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
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