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
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