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My body…..

Brews itself like midnight coffee,

Slow but dynamic, Dark but irresistible,

And, white like flashlight, so bright like moonlit  night and my smile is like rose petals….

Soft chuckles and giggles cotton like….

The kind that keeps you awake

 long after you’ve tasted it.

My skin……

A whisper of ripe peach,

Soft and glowy enough to tempt,

Sweet enough to haunt,

Bold enough to make you

forget your name against the curve of my waist….

It’s heaven and your sacred haven.

And my aura….

Roses, always roses,

Blue, red, white, 

Sapphire yellow and burgundy like, 

Lilac purple and tastes like marvellous macaroons….creme brulee….

Not blurred but pristine clear like lukewarm lake water and tides…

The scent of a woman

who has survived her own storms,

The fragrance of thorn-kissed desire,

The bloom that opens only for the brave.

I am temptation distilled,

I am a quiet fire…..

I am waiting C’mn 

Touch me, and you’ll burn in my fire….

But, hey, Cupid you’ll beg

to be burned again.

To be revived….

And, to be touched like you are dead under my spell…

You will desire, 

Beg for more untill your soul wipes away.

My breath carries dusk,

My spine holds galaxies,

My lips….

Strawberry pastries… 

Plump and berries…

The color of confessions made in the dark and heavens.

I am my own seduction,

My own intoxicating prayer,

My own forbidden spell.

And if he smells me once….

Coffee, peach, roses.. 

Altogether!!! 

He will dream of me for years.

He will crave me like thirsty crow in search of water….

Like hunger, 

Like strike, 

You will crave me forever….

Like destiny calling his name from my pulse,

My veins, 

My arteries, 

My heart beating so fast….

For my heartthrob Hadis! 

Tonight,

I am the woman desire kneels for.

Tonight,

I am me, myself, and the one

that someone

will never forget.

Tonight I am yours, 

Come from underground and grab me Hadis, 

I am a ‘Psyche’ in your love! 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 11.48 am, Tagar, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment. 

Reflections

A decade went lamenting for you, A decade spent ranting about you, A series of decade has gone by blaming

Emancipation

Faulty stars in the sky leading to a faulty love story—well, stars were not deformed. It was our own fault—a

Racing Hearts

It was nice to know you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.  It’s sweet to kiss you.  But it’s horrendous

Addiction

You were not my love. You were merely just an addiction,  Talking with you over the phone, Fighting over

Circles

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Sabotage

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