Honey Singh Quotes

I want you,” she said. “Naked.” His nostrils flared as if he was soaking in the scent of her arousal. “Tally, honey, I can’t get any more naked. That’s my cock you’re playing with.” She grazed him lightly, very lightly, with her teeth for that remark. He swore again but didn’t make any attempt to take control. “I want you,” she said, “naked and on your front.” “Why?” A suspicious growl. “So I can stroke you. Pet you. Love you.” She ran her nails along the inside of one thigh, felt him shudder. “At least half an hour.” Bending again, she closed her mouth over the top of his erection without warning. Something definitely tore this time. “Fuck!” She released him. “Yes?” “Yes! Damn it, yes! Now suck me or I’m going to have you on your back so fast, you’ll—” His threat ended in a roar as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit. Clay, she decided, tasted good. Very good. She liked giving him this pleasure. But more, she liked that he allowed her to see the extremity of his reaction, no holds barred. So she loved him, learned him, tasted him. And when he tugged at her hair to pull her off him, she resisted.

Time is limit, timing makes it limitless!

Like honey, like cucumber That interest is which cures ones From deep inside of one’s heart And which is impalpable. - A Feeling - A Thought - Maninder Singh writer

Why you think defines who you are. What you think is just a transaction about you.

Only permanent thing is nothing

A bowl of honey traps a fly. That is what this love will do to you – reduce you to a miserable fly.

Like hungry lions, the nobles waited to molest the shameful enemy, but as they waited, they endeavored to take a brief reprieve from their unsightly world by throwing the veil of opium dreams upon themselves; briefly, just briefly! Sweet languor crept over their tensed limbs and a delicious lightness spread into their bodies. An invisible ally with one thick finger slowed the motion of the clock and the waxing crescent of the moon in the night-sky turned the color of honey, transforming itself into a blushing face, a form and then a beckoning hand. Thus, the lions were ignorant of the truth that the enemy under cover of the dark was assembling in front of their camp.

Like sweet honey or bitter gourd Those memories are in the life of a person With the flow of time and situation, Their come and creation is incredible. - Amassing Memories - Maninder Singh writer