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Our Love Is Music
He calls me Gorgeous every time I smile. Appreciating every dimple and beauty mark, admiring my elegance and style. When his hands grace my skin, I am bound by desire; held captive in his firm grip. The contrast of my soft to his hardness is sublime..I feel like a “Natural Woman”. From the tip of my Afro’ to the soles of my feet, he has blessed every inch of me with kisses..with lips that ride the curve of his smile with divine precision. Those hands of his are patient yet dutiful, melting away my tension.
By Queen Nubian2 years ago in Poets
Still Waiting in the Silence
Shafi‘i Mazandarani, a lesser-known 17th-century Persian poet, was a master of quiet sorrow and delicate emotional expression. His poetry often reveals the lingering ache of separation and the silent endurance of love that never fades. In this heartfelt ghazal, the poet speaks to the pain of abandonment and the persistent memory of a beloved who has long since departed. Despite distance and silence, the heart remains loyal, the tears continue, and the beloved’s shadow still fills the home. The poem captures the bittersweet beauty of remembering someone who has forgotten you.
By Rahatweb Website2 years ago in Poets
Between Stars and Dreams
This ghazal delves into the eternal, consuming nature of love and longing. The poet speaks of a fire ignited by a beloved's gaze, an unquenchable desire that lingers in the heart despite the passage of time. The theme of enduring sorrow is interwoven with the idea that some feelings never fade, much like the city that sleeps while the heart remains awake and restless.
By Rahatweb Website2 years ago in Poets
