Be rebellious ...

My lady...
Be rebellious against your femininity...
And come share my body with me...
And occupy my embrace...
So ,...
Steal from my warmth ...
What quenches your thirst...
And sprinkle on my body...
The magic of your femininity...
For I know ...
The laws of magic in the embraces...
Possessed by buried desires ...

My lady...
Let me inhale your hot breaths...
To toy with me...
And light the fire in my chest...
So ,...
We melting and melt,...
you and I, in ecstasy Meeting....

Come on, my lady...
Without thinking...

Do you mind ...

hazem ...

Lady ...

My lady...
Tonight...
Do whatever you want with my body...
Take off your dress between my fingers...
To embrace your moons...
which it lives on the stage on your chest ...
To light my fire between your arms...
To make all the madness of love with you...
Until ...
We scream together...
With the loudest sighs...
Until all far stars in the sky hear us...
Then...
To shower you with all kinds of soft kisses...
With noon stop ...

Yes, my love...
I adore you and that's enough...
So, please...
Come....
And do whatever you desire...
With my body...

hazem al ...

Own my heart...


its so  beautiful to have a loving heart...

warm heart lives inside you...

pure and honest heart...

that heart which cares about whom you love...

but the most beauteous, is to have a lover...

a lover that you are her heart...

a lover that feels you always...

feel you wherever you go...

and feel your heart inside her...



a loving beautiful lover...

a lover who can change your life's map...

a lover who can drives all craziness inside you...

a lover who can drew her name on your thirsty lips...

and irrigates a love's thirst inside you...

that love which you always dream and look for...

a lover who start of each new day thinking of you...

even in the middle of her busy days...

a lover who can hear your laugh...

a lover who can feel your pains...

a lover who can gives you a hand when you  need...

a lover who can feels a prides because of you...

a lover who wish you a happiness and a loving life with her..


hazem al ...

Under the moonlight..

The night has come ..
And how beautiful its hours ..
It's the time of the lovers ..
Under the moonlight ..
Far from all eyes ..
for a love meet ...
And the mingling of ..
The soul with the body ...
And language of Love..
Wordless ..
The eyes tells it..
In the most beautiful language..
Until the lips are excited ..
With the most wonderful kisses..
Lasts after midnight..
Until..
The sun shines..
Again..
To begin with it..
A new love..
With the most beautiful melodies..
Again..
In front of all human eyes..

The night has come my beloved...
So come..
Let's stay up late..
Under the moonlight..
With love..
Until..
The sun rises..
Again..

hazem al ..

My love, you are ...

For this happy day, I write ...
I write my words from the depths of my feelings ...
Feelings devoid of the art of beautification and beauty ...
It's beauty is their spontaneity, sensed from my heart to you ...
To you only, without anyone else, I draw my words ...
A word with creativity to the tunes of my heartbeat ...
A heart in which only the letters of your name are in harmony ...
To you only, and to no one else, I dedicate ...
Dedicating the most beautiful ...
And sweetest happiness of this morning ...
As if today were ...
The day of the meeting of souls and bodies ...
To announce in it ...
As new love ...
Renewed between us ...
With every new morning ...
To live in it ...
You and I ...
From now ...
Until evening ...

Good morning, you ...
You My love...

Hazem al ...

Autumn of the heart ...

O you who are far from the eye ...
With your absence ...
My heart has become ...
Like autumn ...
From it ...
All the leaves have fallen ...
And it has become weak ...
Like a withered leaf ...
It has no strength ...
Blown away ...
In a crazy wind ...
Powerless ...
It does not know which way ...
O sweetheart ...
O you, who are far away ...
My heart needs a drop ...
From the dew of your love ...
To restore its pulse ...
To blossom again ...

Enough distance ...
My love ...
Come ...
And save my weak heart ...

hazem al ...

The last love ...

In the symphony of the last love ...
All eyes were for your eyes ...
Like a theater of looks full of attendees ...
On you ...

Instruments waiting for someone ...
To dance with them ...
Anticipating the hands of the musicians ...
To complain to them about their condition ...
From a love melting in you ...

And empty chairs ...
Like a night ...
It was filled with spectra before longing

Everyone attended ...
But the curtain ...
Did not open to Now ...
because the melody ...
is gone ...

hazem al ...