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In dark rooms
and cold sheets
You can hear
shaking voices that
are whispering
wavy sounds in my ears
Who's touching
the surface of my skin
as if they were feathers.
Our tongues are
wrapped in fire
and our eyes
with passion, with desire.
Now my heart is naked
There is nothing to hide
inside of me,
My numb secrets
are already wasted,
Your touch it's *******
my confidential feelings
getting under my thoughts
under my skin
waking up my demons
who admire the way
that the moonlight
and the shadows of night
it's casting your beautiful shapes
which I'm in love with.
My breath is sinking
slowly
in the bark of pleasure
giving the impression
that our blood is boiling
And our hearts
are beating quickly
connecting our veins,
melting our bodies
under this stars
that are made for us tonight
prefaced
in thousands of candles
which illuminates
our metaphoric love.
#poetry #deeplove #demonsofourhead #nakedfeelings
My buddy told me to take a chance
Internet Dating…You will find Romance
So I joined a Website and to my delight
A girl emailed me… Would you be my Knight

She wrote her username is eab 53
She was searching for a Good Man
She hoped it was me
She longed for a Male Fan

I like Good Conversation, Fine Dining and Champagne
But first you should know I am not into playing games
I won’t let just anyone into my nest
Now I will see if you can pass my test

I emailed her back… Maybe we could meet
I will start by making love to your feet
She must have sensed I was in heat
Her reply was let’s take it slow
Prove to me why you should receive my treat

She attached her photo… I slowly opened her file
To my surprise this woman had beauty, grace and style
She was truly an Elegant Visual Feast
Her Photo awakened my ****** Beast

The next day in the mail a letter came
At last…My poem was to be published
I’m finally in the writing game
The selection committee determined my words were not *******

I celebrated alone all afternoon
Trouble is Orange Juice and ***** turns me into a writing goon
I sent my Amour a loving email
About my desire for her tail

She wrote back Get Lost…Your not worth the cost
That’s the trouble with drink it makes one yearn for the pink
Now my love is lost Goodbye eab53
I felt the Heat now Loves Frost
Love with neither your
heart nor your mind, but
with your soul.

For even though your heart
may stop, and your mind may
forget, your soul will live
on forever.
BEAUTY

You are beautiful,
But how long will that beauty last?
Don't treat the one that loves you like a fool,
Just because your options are vast,
A day will come when the beauty will fade,
Thats a thought most of us dread,
But it is reality,
Infact beauty is vanity,
Of course it is good to look at,
But what about what is in the heart?

MORTAL BODY

The body with time deteriorates,
Its like each day is a count down,
No,i'm not perssimistic.
Satisfy your soul,fulfill it.
As for your body, don't let it lead you astray.
Control it.
Love it,own it. You will never live anywhere else but in it. Embrace it..
 Jul 2018 Hisham Alshaikh
-JCM-
Your soft voice
Lifts my heavy heart
Your sweet face
Hinders my sour days
Three words I say
Are not just a phrase

-JCM-

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
 Jul 2018 Hisham Alshaikh
Maria L
Inspired by: Duke Ellington, John Coltrane “In a sentimental mood”

Romance is like a jazz melody;
A marriage of symphonies.
Passion dances in the air;

Two lovers provoking destiny.
Eyes wide with epiphany;
She looks away breathlessly.

The smooth beat of the drums, a soft piano joins in.
The whole club fills with hums.
Glasses with bourbon and gin.

Boldly and loudly, he speaks-
Melodic and demure, she winks.

The band senses the lust, their heated intensity.
A saxophone chimes in, quite rhythmic and velvety
The trumpet shrieks, like a woman wrapped in ecstasy.

Touching with flirty techniques;
He orders a round of drinks.
Magnetic pull and bedroom eyes;
Fruitless efforts to disguise.

Dancing close amid dangerous temptation.
He smells of sandalwood and *******.
She smells of jasmine and anticipation.

The band fades in the night, slowing their song and dance.
They float aimlessly into the moonlight under this trance.
Her red dress swaying to the tempo of romance.
The night spreads humbly
I wait for day to return
I am lost in thought
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