I don't like titlesYou’re not here, but my body keeps making room. I don’t say your name— my breath already does. One thought of you and I forget who I was before the wanting.
Longing for you"Longing for you, I wander around, and in this seeking heart grows a garden of roses. Loving you, I have become a scented blossom, ripe with colors." " Garden of the Muses" ...Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee
Whatever ends in sex is bad newsSex is a beautiful part of the life of love, but what lasts, what makes love last, is not sex, but being there through it all, despite what is being done, talking, watching boring programs, travelling, you name it. When people only talk about sex,... See More »
This is how“This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.” Rumi 🙏💖🌹
