My hands and
fingertips as
poetry across
your skin* ~

I'll make you lose
the control. Before
I roll over your bed
and roar like a lioness
in the middle of
the night like a
warrior fighting
at war* ~

My heart drifted upon
the waves over the
Atlantic.

It was that night we
spoke online for the
first time. When we
were miles apart.

I placed it in a clam shell
to keep it safe so no
pirates or seagulls take
it away before it reaches
the bay.

I had hope and faith that
you'll hear it beat under
the seaweed and golden
sands that your gentle
feet will stand upon.

As you take your morning
stroll by the ocean's
beautiful blue
shores* ~

A girl who speaks to
him in the language
of poetry and love.

A boy who speaks to
her in the language of
the angels in the
heavens above* ~

I was freed from my
shackles by your love.
My soul now soars up
above in God's velvet
skies the way white turtle
doves do. And the air
entered my lungs after
you breathed poetry
down my throat the
moment you kissed me
against your bedroom
wall. As we stood shy
saying our vows and
our I do's. I'm no longer
prisoned , for my  
shackles have broken
and the time has come
to know what it's like to
be truly living in the
heavens you hold
between your arms
without any fear of a
mother's love chocking
me deep down to the
bone and telling me
right from wrong* ~

Miles away. Cities and
oceans parting us. But
i still feel your touch. The
way your lips lock over
mine the shivers you send
down my spine. The
pounding of your heart
against my chest. The
brush of your hands on
my naked flesh.

Miles away
but that's ok. At least we
get to text and call everyday.
Till the days pass quick and
I see you again. Till the
ocean waves part and I
walk through to reach you.
And when I do I'll be kissing
you.

Frenching every inch
of your body. Caressing
your skin. Waiting to start
new stories and memories
waiting to paint the bedroom
walls with different shades
of gentle love and sin* ~

You can't tear us apart.
We're made of solid steel.
We live in a country where
it's golden sands turned to
pomegranate red from all
the blood that falls. But in
the end we'll rise up and
stand tall because we will
win this war. ISIS will burn
to dust and ash while our
army men enter the gates
of heaven holding up our
Egyptian flag with pride
and laughs* ~