bosom dance - 12

I have a pride in your presence

leading me

being chained mercilessly

to your heart.

How not and your love

is the map of my existance.

How not and your heart

beats with my loyalty

I do not desire other than you

where my soul lives in your land

a beautiful dream.

My legend affection is longing

to be released..

to be united and shine

next to your splendor meadow.

So please feel pity

for this body pledged with love..

and flooded with longing and desire

tarek

BOSOM DANCE 11

Be all the heavenly planets

I'm the universe which holds you

Be a volcano.. iam your sky

a waterfall that swallows your smoke,

inhale it death,and blow it life

in your body.

Be water,and i'll be the land

swallows you

changes into lovely paradise.

Be the air, and i'll fill your lungs

and be your beautiful pulse .

Be the night , i'll be your light

Be the day,i'll be your shadow

Be my proud nostalgia

and make me part of your

inspiration continence

cause i'm the obedient

marched towards your

inviting blossom land ..

BOSOM DANCE 10

I want to get out of my chest exhale,

and play a Bosom symphony

weaved to harmonize you.

How not, and your feminity

is my masculine language.

How not and your path

calling my steps.

How not and without you

i miss paradise,

with all it's charming beauty

and it's pleasure.

Where it was said no eyes

has seen , nor ear has heard

and no heart of human beings felt.

Even though without you

not to be,

it would be just ruins

without being..

If i woke up, i cry

the hours i slept,

where sleep robbed me,

kept me lonely without you.

I want you my existance,

i learnt every pulse is you

I want to share with you

only one breath,

where your right cheek

sleep on my chest

and your fingers

scattering my hair

and your lips kisses

simulating it's pulse,

and your hand traveling

all over my body..

Oh your tongue

Oh this raspberry

I imagine as an angry female

on the comfort of my chest

Oh your lips

cocktail of fruit juice

tested with all parts of my body .

Oh my relief thirst

O elixir of life

when you are lying on your back

and my head is drenched

in the junction of your

beautiful valley,

and a rapidshare talks

between me and the gate

of life in you ,

where your hands on your chest

holding two flourishing moon..

Oh your face so bright

among them

a shining sun

Oh my proud identity

my marvelous land

my body is calling your

pleased devotion

with all the innocence

cries of irritability ..

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE 9

Creats me a crachters

in the mouth of my beautiful beloved

muttering a word LOVE..

My letters without you

only a silent dumb.

when silence interogated me

and never spoke.

Creat me in the holy words

in the shawl of characters

ties me on a sentance buttocks

let it dance joyfully.

Creat me a song story

Creat me a poem

drawing you..Re-creating

your clear beauty

Creat me presence in the non

and fill me when void fills me.

Color my heaven with your pride,

with your shapely whispers

with music of your play.

Everything you find in yourself

return it and dischargs it

to my soul tissues.

I want to be you

or you being me

or creats me a gem

with care on your chest.

How do i then feel

while perfumed

with sprinkles of your

sympathetic sweat ..

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE 8

Oh my lord

I want her the fragrance of nostalgia.

I want to hold every screams

in her body cell

I want the high clear sky

be jealous of her body

while she undressed.

I want every land to be

ashamed of her clay

I want the twilight to be erased

from the check of the sky

and no twilight exists

only the twilight of her body.

While gently strike her plateaux

where the charmed redness

inhabited her .

Where colors are unable

to compare to her character

where the artist is existed

and through his brush saying :

Glory for this creation quaintness

body and temptation

and a beautiful game

shake the desire and orgasm together

and longing for spaces

beyond fantasies
in a cold chamber
induced with passion
requesting warmth..

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE 7

Since lying

and even till survival

where she looks at her night

where that ashes spread from her side.

and the fragrance of the smoke

that mixes with our breath

that turns everything

in between fingers

and gently hit her heel

falling in the elegant wind

drawn by atoms of air

like a musical script.

I love playing Guitar

I provoked a touch of strings

I imagine at that moment

how do my hand travel

behind the tufts

of her hair

and finger prints from my

fingertips sparks in clarity

while touching the hair

on your shoulders exits..

Oh a love hour brings us together

in our encounter

even when we are idle

give me the calls of insimnia ..

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE 6

I know the injustice of words

i wont draw your image

as the wish of my female,

however i'll draw your image

according to my desires.

I will thus be like that

never to deny the truth.

I'll be my self

and the game counterfeiting

is not for me.

Oh morning eternity in eternal love.

For whome, i wonder ?

I'll creat you a drop

in my self

but i'll feed on you

like a cloud rain

irrigating the thirst

of unquenchable body.

When those bishop planetarium

sintered with pictures from you

and resemble you

you are a fact dissolved

within all images

when i'm at my tempting place

i watch you ecstatic the sweet

nectar excited in your body,

where your drops like mumbling

your calls.

Oh spirit of passion that

brings us together

Oh pain meeting

pain of serenity

Oh a million points weaving you,

in the form of purity

and tenderness.

Oh blooming passion in my life

call me.. i GOT my wish

a clamor chants

whenever i miss that pure

holiness touch..

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE 5

My indiscpline while i kiss your palm

is just an order to my desires.

Oh my exciting beam

in the corner of the studio

all the colors are no longer tempt me

even my brush with

it's charming hair does not lure.

Oh generous pleasure

i want to write

a blessed poem

to be heard only by your body

when the blood flows

from the borders of it's characters

when my body chills

longing for what i see.

I want to see the vast

space in your body

I want my tounge

plays there

at your endless fun land,

where drops of saliva

keep awake.

I want to address your lips

and mouth,and burn my lips

with heat of your breath.

Oh female beauty

O inspired female

O apple of vagus

in the whites

of your eyes..

It is an assumed fateful

lust i created in your body

in a moment of snappy

Tarek

BOSOM DANCE-4

Behind that walls of the world

groans sparkled in rebellion

cries dissipated

and the robe ripped off

Nudity swing in enjoyment

the language of two bodies

created to play and misery

color of sky and i

have flown here

like intrigued character

on the wall of silance

our movements formed

as our desires

color of the night and i

have flown here

like the darkness

of a female hair

recieved by a shy buttocks

drop-down to the last border of beauty

color of joy and i

have flown here

like a jubilant face

creating the spirit of joy

and lips as chips roses

it's holiness my direction

the color of longing and i

have flown here

like a high bosom nipple

saddled with the rise of the tongue

even when it reach it's top

was about to perish tired

the color of desire and i

have flown here

such as mace

and a ring tired of beating the weld

and melting of intimate

melt in it golden piece

long for a diamond gem

where convergence is the

language of the roads

play it's rhythm an expert thumper

I and every color

no language for us

but our beauty share

the arrogant meeting..

Tarek

April 2011

BOSOM DANCE-3

It's the throb of her breath

fill the place

oh inspiration that swallows

every breath

oh the smell of mud

and the chamber music

the rhythm of my soul

oh the appealing desire

for a buddhist monk courting

the body prayer

in her memory sleeps eternal kiss

as she said :

all other kisses died

and your only kiss revived

my existance

where it is based high

like a victory banner

when body is defeated

after fragments

of love gushed forth

through letters and pictures

raised through the velvet voice

through words how, and how

gathered across the lips

of this affectioate mouth

with warm breath

and perfumed presence

and the charming smile

and the dazzling laugh

when compacting stories

and listing the flirting events

at the moments of meeting

late

began tragically

with a kiss not stupid

but one over kiss

in the fragment of love ..

Tarek

April 2011

BOSOM DANCE-2

Where the steps of lips

and the tongue tag

and a bump extremist

and a bosom nipple

floating worshiper

standing as usual unbaised

praying in it's niche

and a body church

at the end of that valley

and a clutch without mercy

it is the shivering desire

and the end of it's seeking

and adhesion

it's the hunger of a dormant

where lava unforgiving

it is vibration

and arrival to the limit of engorgement

it is the thirst of blood

renunciation in the hedsteps of desire..

Tarek

April 2011

BOSOM DANCE-1

Tore the robe of desire

from the scent smell in that body

where lies the shackles of lust

and the look of thirst,

and the gleam deep inside her

and that decent colored twilight cheek

and the smoldering lip,

where the fangs are planted in

and the crimson tongue hanging out wet

flirts it..

Oh rian in a cranky situation

facing a neck revellion

and a bosom dance

and inflamed distances,

and the call of coldness

and a burning warmth

and familiar things

in the bosom of insomnia

with a burning desire

for docking,

and drowning in the aroused sweat

at that wealthy junction

with locked gate,

and a lover fatuated

with moments of dusk

where the red spot

in that velvety tunnel

and the cries of rain

and the sceams of ice

and the vein pulse

and the implantation of claws

and hell breath

and dying of drowning..

Tarek

April 2011