poetic toxins

I want to claw at your insecurities and clench at the throat of your flaws literally until your self- conscious thoughts will  suffocate inside.   

Our moans then erode inside your soiled heart and blooms beautifully into something more.  

I want you to feel the beauty that i see in you every time we touch.  

My lungs still crave to inhale your existence, once I had whispered you away i would forget how to breathe. 

 I want you to remember what it feels like to let go of every part of your soul, to give it up to me and die a little in my arms.  I

 died in yours, more than once.    

crazy about you

"you are enough.

you are so enough.

it is unbelievable how enough you are"

"you're so fucking physically and mentally

attractive at the same time, that's why i'm

so fucking

crazy about you"

my cliché

Me and him lock eyes and he uses his eyes to interrogate me. As i break the stare, he looks down at my lips, the choice is made. 

 Now in this moment, there were two options, taking things slow, not believing that i could be used in the same dirty way like a wasted body or just take the leap and follow my heart over common sense. 

 I followed my heart and committed to the one thing i was solely in control of.  In this very brief second, this split second in time, his lips touch mine and the whole world around us is muted.   It comes to a halt.  

The silence of the night even becomes noisy in comparison to our moment.  All senses obliterated just by one touch.  It was as if the whole world was on delay, just for this kiss.  

The universe had simply been waiting for this moment and to perfect it had told nature to slow down.  His lips, so soft, so harmless yet so full of passion and making me crave just a second more. 

 My hands involuntarily grasping his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer as if it was possible, his hands pulling on the sides of waist in the same attempt.  Our breathing heightened, and for a fraction of a second, i tried to comprehend the rush of adrenaline surging through my very being as his taste made me feel electric. 

 Thoughts colliding inside, against what my mind tells me and what my heart wants, that this right now cannot be real.  I felt sparks, heat.  The normality of the kiss is what set me aback, forcing me to think again without my hearts involvement.  I felt like i'd reached home, he just felt like mine, he felt like my movie cliché.   

Mantra's to fulfilment

"Al-'amal bil niyat"

actions are dependant on their

intentions

"Al deen yusr"

religion is ease

principles and men // expression

Men are very fucking fragile.

They carve out principles for ones they supposedly love

but they forget in an instant, that love holds no principles.  

And we, as women, make these obstinate fragile men realise

that love is born from the vibration of hearts

and definitely not through principle

But love can only "bear its fruits" only if

you,

you the weak man or women,

express it.

And yes i understand that sometimes expressing

your feeling for that single man or women may

lead to a catastrophic heart break

But if you don't express it, will it lead to any fulfilment?

just a thought

Have you ever felt such a strong connection?

Just by looking at his eyes?

Did you ever get nervous of the stare?

Did you feel those butterflies when you

pulled away from the glare?

Did you feel the way 

that it burned into your soul

and spoke to your heart

and told you this is where you're meant to be?