Search for you

I love her,
My heart always murmured.
She’s mine, my prayer.
The search for her,
My entire life.
Everywhere, every world,
I searched for you.
So much did,
I learned from you.
Still, I couldn’t find,
I never saw you.
But that was then,
And now I know.
She was always there,
Right by my side.
All along my way.
She showed the path,
She was my light.
I love her, My soul, My peace.

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Prostitution Mansion

Today I had a rare dream. In the dream, it was dark and I entered a mansion. There was light inside and I saw the main hall. I could hear some women moaning and at that moment I realised that it was a prostitution mansion and I had come here to satisfy my sexual desires.
 In the next scene, I saw a man and I began to talk to him. He asked me what kind of women I wanted and I said that I want a fare and the most beautiful women available there. And he agreed and asked me to enter room number 337. I straight ahead walked towards the room. A man was standing in front of the door. First , I thought that the women was already busy with a customer. But even then, I tried asking him to leave the door side and let me in. But, he said that she isn't available at the moment. I wasn't convinced by his answer and I insisted him to leave.
 And in the next scene, I was inside the room. I saw a very beautiful young women wearing an attractive red night robe. I stood there astonished and delighted by her beauty. 
 Next frame, I was in the bed and she was talking to me while searching for something in the drawers and then on the bed. I could see her cleavage very clearly. Aiding to her awesome beauty to the scene, I got a hard-on. I was thinking what the next move would be. But then I listened to what she was saying.  She said she had had a breakup with her boyfriend and he looted all her money and left her to rot in this country. And then she chose to sell her body to make money to find a way back to her home. I was shocked to hear such a story at the moment and all my sexual desire disappeared. I, no more had any interest in her cleavage. I closed my eyes. Slowly, I came back to my consciousness. And I woke up from my sleep.

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A Valentine's Song

Why is it always love
That comes to a teenager's mind
The moment his pen
Spills ink from it's mouth?
Why does he always
Think about her,
When he has lots 
To care for his future?
Or can it even be called Love,
For that he has just passed adolescence?
Isn't it just a mere fascination?
Will he ever find a soul in her?

But he says,
"It's just that one girl"
That girl who invaded his dreams.
The one who shed colours
To his life.
It's not lust, he said.
He then continued,
"She's pretty, I know.
And the most beautiful, in deep."
How can I let go?
How can I not want her?
Love, I think so.

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