I'll make the devil blush
Turn his head with my legs
Heave heavy in his breast
My pleasure in laughter
Wincing when he delivers

A Catholic sin, to be so full
Riding it like a bull
Enjoying the drip
Flushing body
Replenishing soul
Good thing my God
Has blessed me with this
Insatiability and the chance
To heal, to be pleasures, pleasured
Killing off the demons in my mind
I'm built for speed, sleek, lithe
Hard bodies, desperately in love
Show it with my grind
Indulge it in kind
Hips bring quivering thighs
High heels, fishnets
Behind closed doors
My Man knows how to please
With lips, hands such a tease
Bringing waves, little deaths
One by one, until the big one
A sensual massage
That lasts for hours
To which, I lose
My mind

She is the woman that i love most in the world

She is the woman that gave me birth

She is the sweet kind of person
The type who would cry for no reason

She is the kind devoted to her religion and faith
The kind that taught to believe and pray

She is the wise, protective type
The type that sacrificied her health to ensure my life

She is the kind that huggs me, kisses me and play with my ears
The kind that has always supported me emotionally

She is the kindiest person you'll ever meet
The type that will stay hungry and let you eat

She is the kind who put her family first
The type who doesnt know how to hurt

She is the kind who never lies

I love her more than anything in the world

I regret all that i did and said that made her cry and feel hurt

I hope someday she will be proud of me

She is what i need to be
A mix of compassion, emotions and beauty.

She is my Mother...

Words Of Harfouchism

Why did I just do that?
Why can't I do anything right?
Why do I have to eat?
Why do I have to look like this?
Why can't I look like her?
Why can't I tell you anything?
Why do I love this so much?

You weren't as great
As I painted you out to be
Maybe I'm just a good artist.

Out of body, out of touch
If I feel at all, then I feel too much
This poem is as shallow as my grave

But I'm still digging

If I want a God then I'll misbehave
If I want to be sad then I'll entertain
Just because I'm found
doesn't mean I'm around
Just because I'm growing up
Doesn't mean I can't be down

I'm sorry, mom and dad,
but if I want to be happy then I'll have to be sad
I'll write until my fingers bleed
Until my words are the blood that the readers need

I hate myself
and my blandness.
I hate my hair
and my sadness.
I hate my nose
and my bruteness.
I hate my feet
and my bitterness.
I hate my legs
and my desperateness.
I hate my wrists
and my selfconsciousness.

Perfection
Beauty
Happy
Brilliance
Selfless
Excitement

Nothing.

I fall inlove
With every single
Part of me
That I see
In you.