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
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