My sweetheart please release me from tresses trap
Let me forget about the taste of your juicy cheeks
Before I leave you my beloved please take me in lap
Love in trance dances on your wonderful peaks

I spent all time in physical love let taste spiritual fact
Let me be in the company of lord for proper relief
Let me be in chain of love to hold the real divine pact
My sweetheart my beloved you are my real belief

Reality is but real light with all its facets and shades
Let me be the part of that to be more pure and chaste
I may be on the alter or cut by saw or be cut in blades
If you ask me I may not be able to explain the taste

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Do you know...
What families are made up of?
What cousins plan to do to you, behind your back?
With whom father was having those long conversations over the phone?
What happens with some of the best friendships?
Why loving a lover almost always only hurts?

Maybe we fail to decipher this world
Maybe this world fails to express more s*imply

Make friends with yourself
For a lifetime is too long
To be your own worst enemy