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Heima- at home

Heima means at home, and I am at home, at home with you. You’re my solace, my only refuge.
Being at home means being comfortable, totally naked, with the ability to not bother about how the world looks at you, and how you perceive the world.
Love sure has been an old man’s game, famed writers try as hard to define what this emotional pill to the human life is, however as far as they might try, their words are at best just…
captions to a picture.
I can’t put my finger on where I stand, neither can I put a finger on how far we’ve gone. I know I love you.
Ode to Beijing Opera
KON-ZEN-TRAY-SCHUNZ

Stark

Your lips, stark,
Violent, and Voluptuous Cherry Red.
Your skin, cream,
Intricate, and Delicate, like Porcelain.
Your eyes, dark,
Perspicacious, and Unfathomable, like the Riddler’s Riddle.
Your voice, intangible,
Somewhat Erudite, yet Ruminative as a Delectable.
Your Love,
Melts the Coldest of Hearts, Stops the Steel of Time.
My partner in crime, My devil’s advocate, and My pirated-DVD-selling syndicate
No hesitation, no delay, she comes on just like Special A.
You are everything I want, ’cause you are everything I’m not.

Some form of introduction to the girl who has my back, and I, in turn, have hers.
She b my baobao, and for her a million times over.