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Passion vs. Fanaticism

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In the grand theater of life, two characters often take the stage – the ‘Passionate’ and the ‘Fanatic’. They may seem similar, but they are as different as day and night. The ‘Passionate’ is a vibrant soul, full of eagerness and earnestness. They are like a river, flowing freely, open to the twists and turns of life. Their passion is a flame that illuminates their path and the paths of others. They welcome questions, for they see them as opportunities to learn, to grow, to ignite sparks of understanding in the darkness of ignorance. On the other hand, the ‘Fanatic’ … Continue reading Passion vs. Fanaticism

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The Art of Unrealized Love

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Emotions run as deep as oceans, there exists a paradoxical elixir – passion. It is said to be toxic, a perilous potion that ensnares the soul, yet it is this very toxin we crave. We are drawn to its danger, its power to overwhelm our senses, to make us feel alive. For what is art without the intoxication of passion? It is the fire that fuels creation, the storm that stirs the calm. True art, they say, is born from love that is arduous, like the unrequited yearnings of Calvin, or love that is elusive, slipping through fingers like grains … Continue reading The Art of Unrealized Love

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Yearning for the Unknown

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Beneath the soft glow of a crescent moon, I recall the fervor in your eyes—a silent plea for a solitary night. A night where we could dissolve into one another, breathing in the essence of our beings, imprinting memories on our very skin. You yearned for a fleeting taste, a momentary bliss, to know the flavor of love that lingers on the tongue, sweet and intoxicating. Yet, I stood firm, a guardian of my own heart, fearing the agony of longing that might follow. I argued that desire for the unknown could tear the soul asunder, that the ache of … Continue reading Yearning for the Unknown

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Before you make me love you

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Before you make me love you, understand that my love is not a fleeting thing. It is not a passing fancy or a temporary infatuation. It is a deep, abiding love that will stand the test of time. It is a kind of love that will weather any storm, endure any hardship, and conquer any obstacle. Before you make me love you, know that I will give you all of me. I will give you my heart, my soul, my everything. I will love you with a passion that burns brighter than the sun, with a devotion that knows no … Continue reading Before you make me love you

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Things to say when in love:

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In the vast expanse of the universe, I want to make you a planet. I want to orbit around you, to revolve my world around your gravitational pull. I want to be the moon to your Earth, always there to illuminate your darkest nights. I will put the galaxy in your hair, weaving constellations and stardust into every strand. Your hair will be a celestial tapestry, a shimmering reminder of the infinite beauty that exists in the cosmos. Your kisses are a mouthful of firewater, igniting a blazing passion within me that can never be extinguished. With each touch of … Continue reading Things to say when in love:

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Destination

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I wear your idiosyncrasies like a tailored garment, each stitch a whisper of your secrets. The black dress, a silent witness to every hidden kiss, cradles memories of our past. Amid the relentless march of digital clocks, your essence intertwines with mine, a silent, unyielding bond. Navigating the bustling streets, I tread carefully, evading the reckless dance of runaway cars, yearning for more days to bask in the symphony of your breath. You are mine in a way distinct from the victor clutching a trophy; you are entwined within me, woven into the very fabric of my being, an inseparable … Continue reading Destination

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The kiss

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Let me tell you a secret, a secret so sweet and so divine, that it cannot be contained within the confines of mere words. It must be shared in a whisper, a hushed exchange between our lips, where the truth can be felt and not just heard. Some secrets are too precious, too tantalizing to be spoken aloud. They must be savored, tasted, and felt with every fiber of our being. They are meant to be shared between souls, to create a bond that transcends mere conversation. So let me tell you this secret, let me share it with you … Continue reading The kiss

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His eyes

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His eyes, like pools of midnight, held a depth of desire that could not be contained. They spoke volumes, uncensored and raw, drawing me in with their intoxicating invitation. And when his saccharine tongue touched mine, it ignited a primal carnality within me, a thirst that could not be quenched, a drought that had long been ignored. He marked me with his teeth, his fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me raw and exposed. His touch was a scorching fire, a thrust against my soft skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. As he moved within me, I saw a … Continue reading His eyes

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Let me discover the map of your body …

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Let me, without words or sounds discover and describe the map of your body. I read in your eyes elusively, I see the lines of your fingers, in the shape of your chest. I was born as a writer and reader: distracted gestures, neck movements, outbursts of hands, the corners of your lips. And it does not escape from my pen the letters of your body. I find open discovered and discovered. In the grand story of us, your body is a map waiting to be explored, a narrative written in the curves of your form. With every glance, I … Continue reading Let me discover the map of your body …

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Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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He spoke to me with a voice that carried weight, a weight that held the power to change my fate. His words were like a symphony, each note carefully crafted to create a melody. He said to me, “Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion.” At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But as he continued to speak, I felt my heart begin to beat with a newfound intensity. He explained that writing was the first step, the first taste of something greater. It was the spark that ignited the fire within, the seed that would … Continue reading Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …