There’s a little flame between us.
It’s always burning.
And I’ve come to believe that tending a fire like that is purpose enough for any life.
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This painting does something to me. A man who by day is a knight, supposed to show strength and valour, coolness and aloofness, meets in secret a woman who cannot be his. He grasps her arm in despair and brushes her hand, her fingers with soft kisses of his lips swollen with arousal, thinking that this is the first and only time he has dared to touch her, that he must remember this moment for the rest of his life, her scent, the softness of her skin, and she turns away, not wanting him to see the expression on her face, her flushed cheeks, her passionate longing and desire to be his.
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It's January. The world seems softer than it did the last Summer, I realise. Brown eyes never felt so heaven-like, until i saw yours. I am in love. Sunset above the hills, I want to hold onto it. Onto you. Without spilling even a bit. The sky fades into a shade darker, and, the tea in my cup reflects your face. I find it beautiful. I find us beautiful. The moment seems to last. And our love? It seems to last, too.
- Mairaj Fatima ♡
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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑀𝑒 (𝐸𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛) : 𝐽𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐿𝑒𝑜 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑧
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My first entry for inktober for 2023. It was like 1 of 3 that I made….oh well, better luck next year.
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We could sit by the ocean and talk about everything and
anything.
- Hues of blue.
( Poem ~ 'Idle Waves' from Sunlight On The Kitchen Tiles by Mairaj Fatima. Page, 36. ) ♡
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