All things marriage

*The Incandescent Union

The night is burning, scorched by my desire,

My very blood is turning into fire.

I do not want a dream that’s soft and light,

I want to tear the fabric of the night!

To feel the gravity of you, the pull,

Until my hollow heart is finally full.

The air is screaming for the touch we lack,

I'm calling you across the velvet black—

Come ravage through the quiet of my sleep,

And sow the burning harvest that I reap!

I want the heat of you, a frantic storm,

To mold your body’s pressure to my form.

No gentle whispers, no polite restraint,

I want to push the boundaries till they faint.

I want to feel your pulse against my skin,

A chaotic rhythm where the depths begin.

To trap your breath within the space we share,

And breathe your very essence like the air.

A collision of two souls in wild heat,

Where every friction makes our fire complete.

Tear down the walls of logic and of sense,

I live for this, for this supreme suspense!

I want to drown inside your fevered reach,

To learn the silent language that you teach.

To have you burn through every layer of me,

A wild, consuming, primal ecstasy.

Forget the world, the dawn, the coming light,

We are the masters of this carnal night!

I’ll hold you fast, a captive to my soul,

Until the searing madness makes us whole.

So come, annihilate the lonely space,

And brand me with the fire of your embrace.

Let’s forge a legend, scorched in ink and bone,

A tale of love that leaves the world alone.

One final merge, a grand, immortal bloom,

Within the sacred furnace of this room.

Hold me until the embers turn to ash,

And let us die within that final flash—

Until there's nothing left but you and me,

Locked in this dark, eternal symphony.

By: M.zidan*

Pakistani women starter pack :

Age : 35 plus
History: dark past full of boyfriend's
Education: normal graduation
Career : average job not even enough to pay the basic bills
Looks : below average probably fat

Demands : looking for a man who must be elon musk in wealth, Taylor Lautner in body,Henry Cavill in looks, shahrukh Khan in romance, cristiano Ronaldo in fame, must be loyal, live separately, travel the world

Cuz I m the prize dude which fantasy world u live in while their Abbas would be ganjay,kalay,motay

You know what? Keep calling me a simp. Keep accusing me of just doing this for female validation.

The more of you come out from the gutter, the better. We need to identify y’all and make sure y’all are removed from this community.

"Wife Wanted: Must permit me to work post-marriage. I’ll handle cooking, cleaning, plumbing, electrician duties, and grow my own halal veggies 🥗. Bonus if you let me nap between azan calls 😴. No ‘obey the husband’ clauses....this is a partnership, not a 90s Bollywood movie. Apply if you want a husband who’s actually a 10/10 homemaker 🙄. #MuslimTwitter #ReverseGenderRoles #MarriageGoals

My future wife can you stop doing everything and have your attention this side

Anyone playing video game?

Can I really find a respectable, moral, and religious man on this app?

People need to stop glamarising the bare minimum 😒

*The Silent Resonance

The dark expands, a sea without a shore,

And I am drifting, longing for much more.

The pulse of night is thrumming in my veins,

A quiet tally of my hidden pains.

I yearn to shed this solitude of stone,

To find a place where I am not alone.

To trade the silence of this empty space,

For the magnetic pull of your embrace.

Come, find the rhythm of my aching heart,

Before the morning tears our world apart.

I’m building castles in this velvet gloom,

A sanctuary in a hollow room.

I need to feel your body, warm and near,

To chase away the remnants of my fear.

To let our spirits fuse, a sudden spark,

Igniting hope within the endless dark.

I want to know the map of you by soul,

To let the fragments of my life be whole.

Your breath, a whisper on my trembling skin,

Where does the dream end, where do you begin?

We’ll weave a blanket out of starlit threads,

And lay our burdens in our dream-bound beds.

No logic here, no burden of the day,

Only the sweetness of the price we pay.

Hold me until the edges start to blur,

Until the pulse of reality won't stir.

I’ll keep you captured in this breathless hold,

Where every shiver turns to liquid gold.

And when the sun begins its bright intrusion,

I’ll still remain within this sweet illusion.

So haunt my sleep, until the shadows flee,

And bring the warmth of you back home to me.

By: M.zidan*