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Utterly enchanted 'neath
  mesmerizing constellations,
as an entranced blue moon
    swoons over sparkling
           celestial diamonds,
cello's were eloquently playing
  serenading starry stratospheres  
     within an endearing melody
           and milky ways of poetry,
simultaneously syncopating
   strumming pizzicato heartstrings,
tuning our harmonious passages
      of rhythm and rhyme 'pon
apricot mist sunset horizons &
   seraphic skies rendered of
          lapis lazuli sunrise grandeur
Sailing the mystic omnipresent seas,
on a craft made of dragonfly's wings.
Tacking across the magical breeze,
caused by songs that the sirens sing.

Weathered and worn by infinite tides,
holding lines made of eternal foible.
The warrior's blade like a rudder she rides,
in a sheath made of filigreed sable.

Virulent flow of futurity's pandemic,
vibrant waters fertile subtle surreal.
Ephemeral beings translucent endemic,
purveys omnipresent augur's appeal.

The starlit sky imbues waterfall's mist,  
myriad creatures seek eternity's mantra.
Vivid delineations of artistry's gist,
seeking virile omnipotent yantra.

Celestial heights where eagles traverse,
soaring and gliding we learn to fly.
Must life be terminal we say of terse,
whilst composing music to make angels sigh.
She fed him her love,
serving his happiness first,
but he let her starve.
 Jul 2015 Bassam A
Jennifer
The summation of incredible moments of unsubstantiated ecstasy we both once shared
Are only to be realized on the aftermath
Of cold, solid reality that it is ceased on the resounding note of tragedy
Wells of tears unseen, piles of letters unsent, composition of melodies unfinished,
Unspoken desires to be fathomed silently on the backs of a lonely romantic, idealistic mind
Who dances solemnly on these fragile footsteps of a love,
That is forever lost, non-refundable, and unattainable.
An intuitive inspiration to compose this poem to those who are like-minded souls in love like me.
 Jul 2015 Bassam A
Deeba
Imagine a story
for your life
and believe in it.
Random thoughts
 Jul 2015 Bassam A
Carsen carter
My legs are sore..my back still scratching to be pressed with your hands,my lips pierced with yours as our souls are touching ****** each other of any moment ****** enough to alert our minds and the unwavering truth is ..I want to be vulnerable to you I want you to beg and I want you to want me
leave my legs Trembling tainted with flowing sweet liquids that wrapped itself around my thighs claiming me yours. I surrender  
Your back is bleeding not from my nails but from your soul itching to get out of you and *** inside me .i am not ashamed glittering in heat and enjoying every minute of it  I couldn't help but to kiss your neck marked with  sores from our last encounter  you make me want you  and with that you've earned me ...all of me  
My inside self screaming for oxygen as you hold my neck and bite the inside of my thighs with so much authority.i surrender to you my lord just like a child to an empty play ground you've earned me ..and all of me moaning and scratching sweat and tears fill the air and space in my lunges I never get tired of pleasing you I do what u want how u want it because u deserve that much I kissed away your innocence making you weak and empty your mines and all mines because I've earned you an all of you _Paper mate
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