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her carefree dance in the rain
attracted the only soul passing by
the water drops hiding her pain
he saw that hollow glint in her eyes

watched her madness in distress
from an irresistible distance
walked towards his princess
to let her know her prince’s existence

she accepted his hand with no fright
they danced on the rhythm of the rain
glistening under the moon light
unspoken promises forever to remain

by
Kritika

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Midnight

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Pouncing on the moistness of my tongue with the sound of the clashing teeth reverberating down my manhood, sending shivers, which was in her hands. The supple body pressed on mine, melting like hot chocolate with the wildness of the kisses, captivating my mind to be her submissive. Desperate in returning the favour of her fervor, I grabbed her luscious waist to bring it under me but her strength left me aghast.

Her twinkling eyes had a different shade each time she paused in satisfaction and her glossy lips touching me felt love, as if I finally achieved what I long desired, ignoring every thought of her eyes. Like a cannibal, her fondling with my prick gave me the high to explore her beauty. Reaching for her velvety rose petals, the groan with a pout gave me the power to rule over her. Widening them, I dipped my finger inside the lava which was waiting for my frivolous tongue. I wanted to care for her, explore her body, love her each day but this thought vanished when my eyes widened at what I saw.

Few minutes left to midnight and her eyes were cold ice. I was astonished at her deadly glance but did not want to leave her. She insisted me to run right away but I stayed. The clock struck 12 and she completely turned into a human bat. The pain in her eyes had a story unknown to others and my story began just after she bit my neck.


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A Short Story by Kritika


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Pole Dancer

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wrapped her frustration
in the prettiest attire
glistening like a crystal
she became the fire

stepped inside the bar
soaring high in heels
leaving behind the tears
alive is what she wants to feel

yearning for freedom
petrified in taxing pain
the overflowing wine
left a non washable stain

emptying the glass contents
discarding the tasteless wine
let the excitement begin
earning for survival is prime

money the important hurdle
she crossed, dancing on poles
fulfilled all her dreams
dared not dominated by any soul

pondering over the right or wrong?
every human being is a mess
money is what rules us all

she wanted to be the Empress

@ Kritika


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