The space between the two is thin,
A line so fine, it’s hard to see.
One step in either direction,
And you’re no longer what you used to be.
The innocent are quick to judge,
The guilty quick to hide.
But who is truly right or wrong?
Who can say with certainty?
The truth is, we all fall somewhere
In between the two extremes.
We all have our moments of weakness,
Our moments of sin.
So let’s not be so quick to judge,
Let’s not be so quick to hate.
Let’s try to understand,
And let’s try to forgive.
Because in the end, we’re all just human,
Trying to make our way through this life.
And we all deserve a second chance,
No matter what we’ve done.
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Tag: sin
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Between Innocent and Guilt
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Intense Intimacy
Poetic intimacy, Erotic electricity, Sensual synchronicity, Alluring aphrodisiacal activity.
Magnetic moment of skin on skin, With lustful eyes, we begin, Exploring bodies, we give in, To the pleasures of erotic sin.
Tender touches and loving caress, Making each other lose all stress, In this moment, we truly express, Our passion and desire to possess.
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Lonely in my Bed
The warmth of my sheets, I feel so alone,
My body aches for a love to call my own,
With every breath, my heart beats with desire,
Every touch, every kiss, sets me on fire.My mind is restless, my soul is weary,
In my bed of sin, I am left teary,
Yearning for a lover, to share my bed,
To feel their touch, and rest my head.
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I’m Always Stuck on Loving You for Hours
I’m always stuck on loving you for hours,
In your embrace, I find my powers.
Your touch ignites a fire within,
Our passion burns like a sin.Your lips on mine, we become one,
With every move, we reach the sun.
I’m always stuck on loving you for hours,
In your love, I find my flowers.
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Surrendering to Passion
Passion, oh passionate flame,
Your rapture is my sole aim.
Fingers tracing every curve,
My love for you cannot be swerved.
Desire ablaze, heartbeats racing,
Yearning for your body embracing.
Thirsty for the taste of your skin,
My love for you is a sin.
Intense sensations, overwhelming,
Your touch leaves me trembling.
No more resistance, I surrender,
In your arms, I’m complete, no pretender.
My heart, my soul, my essence,
All is yours with utmost reverence.
For you, I’ll dance under the moonlight,
My love for you, a never-ending delight.
If you’re looking for a way to express your passion for someone in an intimate way, why not try writing a poem? Let your emotions flow, surrender to your desires, and create something beautiful. Let the words paint a vivid picture of your love, and bring your feelings to life. With ‘Surrendering to Passion’, you’ll ignite a spark of romance that will set your heart ablaze.
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Let’s Get Lost Tonight in Lust’s Delight
Let’s Get Lost Tonight in Lust’s Delight
Let’s get lost tonight in lust’s delight
Let our desires ignite, let our passions take flight
We’ll succumb to the temptation that’s so intoxicating
And indulge in this moment that’s simply sinfully sedating
Wrapped in sultry rays of the moon’s glowing light
We’ll forget all our troubles, and lose ourselves in the night
With every touch, every kiss, we’ll feel alive
As we surrender to our yearnings, and our hearts collide
In the midst of our ardor, we’ll find ourselves anew
A blazing inferno of emotions, raw and true
For tonight, we’ll forget all our inhibitions
And revel in this bliss, this moment of pure intuition
So let’s get lost tonight in lust’s delight
For there’s no greater feeling, than this kind of flight
Through the haze of passion, we’ll find our way
And bask in the aftermath, of this sinfully tempting play.
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The Passion Intense
A passionate embrace
The passion intense,
A fire that burns within,
A lustful desire,
A craving to sin.The touch of a hand,
The whisper of a word,
A longing for pleasure,
A need to be heard.The heat of the moment,
The rush of the night,
A hunger for ecstasy,
A forbidden delight.
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Queen Damnation
Queen Damnation
She sits on a throne of skulls and bones
Her crown is made of fire and blood
She rules with an iron fist and a heart of stone
Her subjects live in fear and dreadShe laughs at the cries of the weak and the poor
She feeds on the pain of the innocent and the pure
She revels in the chaos and the war
She cares not for the justice or the cureShe is the queen of damnation, the mistress of sin
She is the enemy of life, the destroyer of kin
She is the end of hope, the beginning of ruin
She is the darkness that lurks within.
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Forbidden Desire
Forbidden Desire
A desire forbidden, a flame to be tamed
A hunger unbridled, a love unnamed
With every breath, a passion untold
A burning desire, too hot to holdThe heart races, the mind in a haze
As we dance through the forbidden maze
The touch of skin, a forbidden thrill
A temptation too strong, too hard to killThe taste of sin, the scent of lust
A desire too great to be crushed
The heart yearns, the soul afire
As we feed the flames of our desireThe whispers of love, a dangerous game
A love that dares not speak its name
The risk is great, the cost is high
But we still yearn for each other’s sighA love that’s forbidden, but still we crave
A love that’s pure, yet destined to break
The passion burns, the fire will never tire
As we indulge in our forbidden desire
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Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke and Mirrors
A sultry haze surrounds us,
As we move with grace and ease,
Bodies swaying to the rhythm,
Of this erotic tease.The smoke and mirrors play tricks,
On the senses of the mind,
As we lose ourselves in passion,
And leave the world behind.The flicker of candlelight,
Dances upon your skin,
As we explore each other’s bodies,
In this erotic sin.The scent of lust is heavy,
As we breathe each other in,
Our bodies pressed together,
In this forbidden din.Smoke and mirrors, our playground,
As we indulge in our desire,
Giving in to every whim,
As the flames of passion fire.This moment is all we have,
As we drown in ecstasy,
Smoke and mirrors guide us,
To a place of pure intimacy.candlelight, desire, erotic, intimacy, mirrors, passion, poems, Poetry, Sensuality, sin, Smoke, temptation
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Growing Rape Culture In India
We live in INDIA where no means convince me and flirting is a green light for sex.
Where women are told, don’t get raped and men are rarely told, don’t rape.
Where slut shaming is encouraged and victims are blamed.
Where speaking out about rape is a call for attention and rape victims are silenced.
We live in INDIA where rape culture is normal and that is **unacceptable.
I know was supposed to be away from WordPress but can’t hold back by thoughts,
I Can’t Hold Myself Back After Kathua Rape Incident
I Am With #HangKathuaRapistPlease Support🙏
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No healers, All wounded #Poetry
She sits and cries,
She cries and waits,
She waits for someone,
Someone to help,
But no one comes
No one helps,
So
She waits as she cries
She cries as she sits
Next to a boy
Who sits and cries.
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