His To Touch : Claimed In Silence

In the hush between heartbeats, 

He found her not in words, 
But in the tremble of her breath 
As it betrayed her stillness.
She wore silence like sindoor, 
A vow not to speak of the way
His gaze burned through the veil 
She never meant to wear.
He touched her like dusk soft, 
Inevitable, a secret slipping past 
The horizon before the world could name it.
She let him. Not because she was his, 
But because silence was the only 
Language that didn’t betray them.
In the quiet, they bloomed 
Dangerous, unclaimed, unforgettable.

Love without guilt, love without doubt
A flame that burns where silence shouts.
He touched me like I was already his, 
Not with permission, but with prophecy.
I didn’t care if it wasn’t right, his arms 
Around me felt like truth dressed as sin.
I wanted to know what it meant to be 
Undone by someone who shouldn’t want me.
In his eyes, forbidden love. 
In his smile, a promise never spoken. 
In his kiss, the kind that ruins you quietly.
If I had one wish, love would feel like this
Dangerous, delirious, delivered in silence.
He’s no good for me. That’s why I ache. 
What’s wrong is why it feels so right.
Rejection is the sweetest aphrodisiac. 
The more I shouldn’t, the more I do.
If I had one dream, it would be this.
To be claimed without question, 
To be touched without consequence.
Heaven forgive me. Never forbid me. 
Let love always feel like this.

I won’t lie, I see it in your silence, 
The way you wear his name 
Like a bruise beneath your bangles.
He’s not right for you. 
Not the way you flinch when he 
Calls you “mine” but never means it.
You spend your days in the 
Wrong kind of love, the kind 
That forgets how to listen.
But I—I would stop time just to 
Hear you breathe without fear.
I would touch you like you
Were sacred, not stolen.
Tell me why waste tears on someone 
Who never sees the storm in your eyes?
You deserve a man who knows 
How to wait, how to worship,
How to ruin you gently.
I know I can treat you better
Not with promises, but with presence.
If you ever say the word, 
I’ll be there. Not to claim you, 
But to remind you what it feels
Like to be wanted without apology.

She said it was for protection. 
A favor. A sacrifice. A secret 
That would save her sister’s name.
But when he walked in, 
The man she was meant to carry, 
Not love her body remembered 
What her mouth had never dared to say.
They had met before. Not in time, 
But in feeling. Not in touch, 
But in the way silence wrapped 
Around them like a promise.
She had loved him then. 
Quietly. Completely. And he
He had looked at her like he knew.
Now, the second time, 
There were no words. 
Just the heat of obligation and 
The ache of what could have been.
He touched her not like a stranger, 
But like a man who had 
Memorized her in dreams.
She let him. Not for her sister. 
Not for duty. But because 
The first time was stolen by silence, 
And the second was theirs to ruin.

The night wraps around us
Like a bride in waiting, 
And my heart, bruised and 
Breathless wants nothing 
But your voice. Love me.
I saw you before. I loved you before.
 You were always beautiful
But tonight, let this 
Closeness be ours. Love me.
Now that you walk beside me, 
This journey feels like a memory
I never dared to keep. 
Let me remember the 
Days you forgot. Love me.
You never said my name aloud,
But I heard it in your breath.
A whisper caught between restraint
And something close to death.
You touched me like a memory,
Half-formed and out of place
A sin you never meant to keep, 
A wound you couldn’t face.
I wore your silence like a veil, 
Each thread a word unsaid. 
You looked at me with borrowed eyes, 
But dreamed of me instead.
No vows were made, no promises,
Just shadows in the light.
But still, I burned beneath 
Your hands on that unspoken night.
Now I carry what we never named, 
A truth too sharp to speak
And in the hush between our hearts, 
I feel you when I sleep.

She didn’t bloom, she broke open, 
Like dusk spilling across a sky 
Too tired to hold back the night.
His breath wasn’t gentle. 
It was a storm she had once survived 
And now begged to drown in again.
He didn’t touch her skin; he rewrote it, 
Each fingertip is a line of poetry 
She’d never dared to read aloud.
When he kissed her, 
Tt wasn’t lips meeting lips.
It was history unfinished, 
Unforgiven, unfolding.
And when he entered her
Not just her body, but the
Locked rooms of her mind,
The bruised corners of her heart, 
The quiet altar of her soul
She shattered into something sacred.
He was everywhere. In her breath.
In her blood. In the ache 
Between her thoughts.
She gave him everything.
Not because she wanted to
But because she already had.
He was the secret she had buried alive. 
And now, he was the fire 
She let it consume her.

And though no one saw,

The night remembered. 

The stars blinked, and the wind 

Whispered what they dared not. 

I asked only you for love once, long ago. 

Don’t say no again. Come closer. 

Let your silence confess 

What your lips won’t.

Vows Made In Ashes

 

He stands like judgment 
Sharp suit, sharper silence. 
A man carved from control, 
Watch ticking like a countdown
To her surrender.
She dances with defiance, 
Jewels clashing like war drums, 
Arms raised not in worship, 
But in warning. 
A goddess forged in fire, 
Unafraid to burn what binds her.
But he doesn’t flinch. 
He watches. Waits. 
Not to tame her. To consume her.
She was meant to destroy him. 
He was built to unmake her revenge. 
And somewhere between 
Her raised arms and his clenched jaw, 
A vow is made
Not in love, but in ruin.

This heart was dust until her
Love breathed fire into it. 
And then, that same fire
Turned it to ruin.
I didn’t sin. I loved. 
But love became my punishment. 
Each sigh, each sob, a sentence 
Carved into my chest.
She didn’t steal me. 
She hollowed me. 
Left me echoing with her name 
In every brightness, in every dark.
Her memory is a wound 
That never closes. 
Her face is a curse I see in daylight, 
A ghost that haunts my nights.
If I meet God, I’ll ask: 
Why give me a heart of glass 
And a fate that shatters it with love?
Why teach me to burn 
And then call it devotion?
I was not loved. I was undone. 
And in her love, I lost everything.
Without you, I am a storm 
With no sky restless, unclaimed,
Aching for the touch 
That once made me whole.
You left, but your absence is louder
Than your presence ever was.
Every breath I take
Tastes like betrayal,  
Every heartbeat echoes  
Your name like a curse.
I loved you with the kind of 
Madness that ruins men. 
You were my prayer, 
My punishment, my pleasure.
Now I watch you from 
Behind the veil of silence,
Your eyes avoiding mine,
Your lips speaking lies
That once whispered love.
You think I’ll forget?
You think I’ll forgive?
But love like this
Doesn’t die it waits.
It sharpens. It returns.
I will come back not
As the man you left,
But as the fire you
Tried to extinguish.
And when I do you’ll remember
How you begged to be ruined by me.

 She came with vengeance in her veins,
A storm wrapped in silk and silence. 
But he, he was the fire beneath her fury, 
The whisper that unraveled her war.
He didn’t fight her rage. 
He kissed it. Bent it. Made it beg.
She wanted blood. He gave her heat. 
She wanted ruin. He gave her worship.
Now her revenge wears his name. 
Her mind, his altar. 
Her body, his scripture. 
Her soul, his home.
She forgets why she burned. 
Only remembers who 
Made her burn brighter.

In the dark where secrets breathe, 
A heart once warm turns cold beneath. 
Scars spread slow, like fingers trace, 
Binding beauty before it finds grace.
Tears fall soft, like silk on skin, 
Sliding down from deep within. 
Lies pull tight like velvet chains, 
Swallowing awe, igniting flames.
We walk a wire, trembling, bare, 
While pleasure and pain hang in the air. 
Step by step, we chase the heat, 
Where ruin and rapture always meet.
Heavy steps in a world gone dim, 
Living with ache, limb to limb. 
Inside that ache, one truth remains
Some betrayals pulse like veins.
The pain seduces, no break, no breath, 
Each step a moan, each sigh a death.
On this tightrope, we roam alone, 
Until the ache feels like home.
We search the dark for a spark, a sign, 
To guide us through this fevered line. 
Even with hearts bruised and torn, 
We crave the fire to be reborn.
We try to sever, to cut the thread, 
But even after miles, the heart’s not dead. 
So we wear the wound like perfume rare, 
And hide the hunger others wouldn’t dare.
We dance the line, a wicked trance, 
Between pain and lust, we take our chance. 
And in those moments, we find our flame
To rise again, to play the game.
When desire grips and won’t let go, 
Our hearts grow numb, but bodies know. 
The ache stays close, never far apart
So lovers and poets make it art.

She moves like dusk, soft, slow, dangerous. 
A curve of shadow, a whisper of silk.
Her body, a map of forbidden places: 
The swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, 
The navel, a secret he aches 
To read with lips, not eyes.
She doesn’t walk. She claims space. 
Voluptuous, deliberate. Each breath a dare,
Each glance is a promise 
He is not strong enough to resist.
Her skin glows like sin, her scent
A memory he hasn’t made 
Yet but already mourns.
She is not his. But she is the ruin
He was born to crave.
And now, he watches her like a man starved, 
His gaze heavy, unblinking, 
Not with lust alone,
But with the hunger to possess.
He wants to trace that navel 
With the edge of his mouth, 
To make her forget every vow 
She ever made against him.
He wants her breath to
Stutter beneath his touch, 
Her body to tremble not from fear, 
But from the ache of surrender.
He wants her mind to blur 
Until it thinks only of him
His hands, his mouth, 
The way he says her name 
Like a promise and a punishment.
He wants her undone,
Not just in flesh, but in fire. 
To make her ruin the most 
Beautiful thing she’s ever felt.

Ashes Of Desire

How can it be a sin? 
When your name tastes like 
Salvation on my tongue?
They say it’s forbidden
This ache, this hunger, 
This trembling truth between us. 
But when I look in the mirror, 
I see a man undone, 
Marked by the fire 
You lit with one glance.
I’ve waited lifetimes
For the curve of your smile, 
For the heat of your skin 
To rewrite my fate. 
And now that you’re here, 
How can the world dare
To call this wrong?
Reason falters when
Your breath grazes mine. 
Passion is lawless, and I am guilty
Guilty of wanting you 
In ways no rule can tame.
Let them talk. 
Let them cast stones. 
I’ll take every wound 
If it means I get to taste the salt
Of your desire again and again.
You are the forbidden fruit and
I am the reckless mouth that bites.
Your touch, it’s not just pleasure,
 It’s a prophecy. 
We were made for this collision, 
For this fevered defiance 
Of everything they told us
Love should not be.
So come to me, in the dark, 
In the silence, in the space 
Where only our bodies speak.
Let me be the sin 
You never regret. 
Let me be the secret 
You never stop whispering.
Because if this is love 
Raw, aching, unapologetic
Then let it be forbidden. 
Let it be dangerous. 
Let it be ours.

There’s a girl with fire in her gaze, 
And she’s reaching for my heart. 
I know she could tear it apart
But still, I’m tempted.
Her smile hides storms and secrets, 
A mystery I ache to solve. 
Each glance pulls me deeper in,
And I’m tempted.
She looks my way just a flicker, 
Just a breath and I lose a little 
More of myself every day.
I imagine her kiss soft, sweet, 
The kind that ruins men. 
I’m unraveling, and I’m tempted.
Tempted and tried, my will denied.
Something inside won’t let me lie
I’m tempted.
Since the moment she caught my eye, 
I’ve been hers in silence. 
One look, and you’d know
Why I’m tempted.
If I burn in her flame, 
I’ll take the blame.
She calls my name 
And I come undone.
Tempted and tried, my soul defied.
I can’t deny I’m tempted.
I’m tempted. I’m tempted. I’m hers.

O, when I saw her, 
A fire ignited in my chest,
A surge of longing 
I could not quiet, could not rest.
Like a rose in full bloom, 
Rich and untamed,
Like a gemstone that smolders, 
Calling my name,
Like the sun spilling 
Over the horizon’s curve,
Like warm silk sliding across skin 
I yearn to serve.
Her body moved with the 
Grace of a siren’s song,
Voluptuous, intoxicating
Where my eyes longed to belong.
Her face, a masterpiece
I could not dare touch,
Soft lips, bright eyes, every glance 
A cruel, sweet clutch.
Like a prayer whispered 
In forbidden devotion,
Oh, when I saw her, 
I felt molten emotion.
Oh, when I saw her,
Every nerve came alive,
Every inch of me is burning,
Wanting to dive.
Like the freshness of dawn 
Awakening the earth,
Like a fawn trembling
In innocent mirth,
Yet beneath the surface,
A storm I could not tame,
Waves of desire that
Pulsed in her name.
Every curve, every sway, 
Every daring glance,
Pulled me under, 
Offering no chance.
Her presence was poetry, 
Sin made flesh,
Each step a temptation, 
Every breath is a mesh.
Oh, when I saw her, 
My blood sang and I shivered,
A heat I could not deny, 
A hunger delivered.
Oh, when I saw her, 
The world narrowed to one,
A body, a face,
A shape under the sun.
Like a peacock’s wings, 
Open and bold,
Like fire and silk, 
Warmth and gold,
Like a whispered promise
I ached to own,
Like a bride untouched, 
Yet claiming the throne.
Every glance she threw, 
Every move she made,
Fueled the obsession,
The fire that would not fade.
Oh, when I saw her, 
I surrendered, I burned,
To the voluptuous goddess 
For whom my soul yearned.

You were never mine to touch
But I touched you anyway.
In the dark, where rules dissolve
and skin remembers.
Your saree whispered rebellion, 
Each fold a secret, 
Each glance is a sin. 
You didn’t speak
But your breath begged me.
I traced your collarbone 
Like a soldier tracing maps, 
Searching for a home
In forbidden terrain.
You said, “Just once.” 
But once was enough to 
Ruin every other woman.
Your nails left marks, not wounds, 
But proof that I was alive 
Only in your arms.
Now you sleep beside him, 
But I know your body still 
Aches where I kissed you.
We were fire dressed as silence.
And now, I burn in the ashes 
You left between us.
I loved you not gently, not wisely, 
But with the kind of madness 
That leaves no room for survival.
You became my silence, 
My ache, my every unfinished sentence.
I didn’t choose you,
You happened to me like a 
Storm that never passed.
I gave you my voice and 
You turned it into an echo.
I gave you my heart and 
You wore it like a borrowed jewel.
Now I walk through days 
That tastes like you, and nights 
That burns with your absence.
You were never mine
But I belonged to you in ways
Even I couldn’t undo.
And if love was a mistake, 
Then let me make it again. 
Let me ruin myself in
The memory of your touch. 
Let me drown in
The ocean you left behind.
Your nearness haunts me still
The memory of your breath,
The echo of your touch
Woven into every pulse.
Your eyes linger in mine,
A flame I cannot look away from,
Burning through reason,
Turning restraint into prayer.
I run from the thought of you,
Yet every step only 
Draws me deeper into  
The gravity of what I cannot have.
You are the wound that won’t close,
The dream I cannot wake from.
My mind burns,  
My body remembers
And even in distance, 
You hold me, you undo me.

My eyes are traitors to sleep
Still searching for you in the 
Hush between heartbeats. 
They refuse to close,
As if staying open might
Summon you back.
You left without thunder, 
No slammed door, no final word
Just silence, the kind that 
Bruises louder than goodbye.
I speak to shadows now,
To the echo of your name in my throat,
To the air that once held your 
Breath and now holds nothing.
You don’t look back. 
Not at the messages unsent,
Not at the tears I wear like perfume, 
Not at the girl who loved you 
More than she loved herself.
I am becoming absent
A ghost of want, a whisper of “stay” 
That never reached your ears.
And still, my eyes remain open.
Not for hope. But because closing them
Feel too much like letting go.