Ali Haider Majid (@alihaidermajid) • Collective gay friends app

Ali Haider Majid @alihaidermajid

Poet.

Deem it unpalatable if you must, but tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to wash my face or brush my teeth. How could I erase you from me? You, the most purified taste my mouth has ever known, the most delicate skin my hands have ever graced. Forehead upon forehead, nose brushing nose, your scent, so beautiful, lingers on my cheeks. How could I cleanse myself of that? Of you? I want to drift into sleep wrapped in the fragrance of your presence, the taste of you still humming on my lips.

Manifesting a ‘meet cute’ moment. A ‘sweep me off my feet and into your arms’ kind of romance- effortless, magnetic, and undeniably ours. The type where I’ll be so completely besotted that I’d cross oceans and continents just to see your smile light up a room, to feel your touch ignite my soul. I’ll travel halfway around the world to kiss you good morning, make love like the world is ours to hold, and trace constellations with you under the night sky.

Constantly, almost always, horny. You too?

Should we fall in love, would you become that— my ground, in which I not only entangle my limbs around, but all my neat, & messy, roots? Ali Haider Majid

Someone I can be imperfectly perfect with. Someone I can be carnally passionate with. Someone I can love with all the heaven and hell in me. Someone? Ali Haider Majid

Carnal lovemaking anyone?

Should I post my erotic love making narratives on here? Who would be interested in reading then?

I am the moon. You are either the ocean, pulled by my gravity, or the wolf, howling for what you cannot touch. Ali Haider Majid

My whole life in your hands, your touch upon my heart, my heart reflected in your eyes, your eyes, a mirror to the world. The world fades before me- only you, you, my everything. Ali Haider Majid

& coffee shops.*

The pencil with which I write cannot be sharpened, for it must be carved by the blade of love- for I write not with ink, but with the blood of my heart. Ali Haider Majid

I want to pack my bag, with all my journals and books, and move to Paris.

Is it just me or does Collective feel like such a nice place to be on right now?

Night time thoughts. 🤔

Anyone else want to fall in love? Like really passionately? Really madly?

…light pooling, canoeing through our eyes, burning beyond our capacity, you & me till the abrasion of our lovemaking leaves us as smouldering stars wet upon our bedsheets. Ali Haider Majid

‘The Price I Will Never Pay Again.’ Ali Haider Majid

Cum into my bed like thunder & lightning bang me hard strike me softly. Ali Haider Majid

What makes you smile so much when you speak of him? Didn’t he leave you? No, not entirely. We still share the same roof, though the rooms are different now. He’s in the one next door- called the past- and I am here, with you, in the present. But that doesn’t mean he’s gone. He lingers, as the past always does, a quiet tenant in the house of memory. Sometime I even hear him laugh, and feel the radiating warmth of his heart. We will share a home. Ali Haider Majid

Anyone want to do this with me? Please? 🙏🏻 I’m carnal for this intimacy.

Edition 35, looking sleek in the snow.

Fuck me, savagely. Ravage me. Ruin me, until your hands, your body, you entirely find your way inside me- all the way to the hollows where I hurt the most. & when you reach that raw, aching place, where my body trembles against yours don’t stop, stay there, only then, make love to me. Thrust into my wounds, fill them with the flesh of you. Fuck me, salubriously. Ali Haider Majid