I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of Belek. My father used to teach me how to ride waves. I remember him constantly emphasizing the fact that no wave,...
Killing me softly, and I never felt more alive.
You dance the troika in the opening of my veins and I only protest with a murmur.
He takes my breath away and proves to me that I don’t need it.
Be your own solace
How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can’t even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I...
Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.
Be the man who has the spirit of a ruthless tiger, ravaging every dusty corner of my soul.Be the man for whom I will tame myself voluntarily..Be the man who can make me forget my...
You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.
He says “You are my property” and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.
Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.
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