The rushing stream, it knows its bed,
The silent thought inside your head,
It needs no shout, no forceful plea,
Just patient steps for all to see.

The donkey grazed, then looked anew,
"The loudest boast is rarely true,
So listen close, and understand,
The quiet heart holds fertile land."

When you love, a strange thing starts,  
You wear new hearts, play different parts. A playful child, a sturdy friend,  
A comfort near, until the end.  

You laugh a laugh that is not yours,  
Explore new shores, unlock new doors. You see the world through borrowed eyes, Beneath new skies, full of surprise.

A sugared dream, forbidden sweet,
My heart enslaved, it skips its beat.
Her thighs, like silk, in shadows meet,
Unveiling fire, slow, discreet.
A molten jewel, her body glows,
A taste of dusk, where hunger grows.
Rosewater breath, a whispered crime,
A lemon’s bite through scented time.
Her pulse surrenders, soft, yet dire,
A secret feast, a tongue of fire.
Delicate ruin, velvet night,
Her ecstasy dissolves in bite.
This treasure rare, both wound and cure,
A pleasure savage, dark, obscure.
She melts on me, unholy rite
Devoured whole, my Turkish delight.

Soft, a familiar seat.
She walks in, fire in summer heat.

A pact we made, a whispered vow:
No touch, no kiss, just here and now.

We clink our glasses, amber bright,
And talk of dreams that fill the night.

Of love we sing, of *** we jest,
Avoiding truths we keep suppressed.

Once a month, this sweet escape,
A ritual, a carefully shaped

Perception, a joy we share.
Six days until she will be there.

The wait, a burn, a silent plea.
To want so much, and never be

Allowed to reach, to hold, to claim,
The bittersweet and silent game.

I value her, this bond so true,
But oh, the ache of wanting you.

The clock ticks wrong, yet time moves on, A promise shattered, never gone.

A silent scream, a muffled plea,
The ghosts you hide still shadow thee.

A twisted truth, a bitter lie,
It burns your throat, you cannot deny.

The questions hang, the answers thin,
A stain that lingers deep within.

Lebanon cradles my soul's first cries, Her cedar breath, where my roots lie. Australia whispers with ocean's tide, Her golden arms, where dreams reside.

One heart grounded, the other roams, Two flames burning, both homes. One mother raises, one lover calls, Together they complete my all

Hand on hand my heart stumbles, my mind resists.
Reason is sharp, but the heart always bleeds its way to victory and that is my sweetest agony.