Pieces of clothing spewed the room
The chirping of night insects  faded from her ear
As she tensely counted the rhythmic beating of her heart
Silent wishes painted her hungry face
As her eyes roamed every curve and bump of her endowed friend
The skin fragrance  and female smell was mind intoxicating
She bit her lower lip on time
And swallowed all she wanted to tell her
Her **** was throbbing  as she gathered her courage and blankly muttered "am *****"
A moment of silence almost made her faint
Her friend didn't answer but inched closer and brushed her luscious  lips on her neck
The two hungry mouths crushed over each other as they competed to **** breath away
The two female bodies molded in to one
As the last shred of sanity
Drowned in lustful caress

Her soft hands explored the chest twins and massaged them interchangeably while ******* her friends tounge deep
She could feel the sensual touch of female fingers roving near her honey *** searching for the gory hole
The touch on her **** made her spread her legs wide open and writhe in pleasure as a finger penetrated her already wet *****
She rubbed and bit the ******* in return
She couldn't  hold back back but moan audibly and ask for more
Her friend rubbed her juices all over her plump ***** as her tongue drew a line of saliva from her belly button to her bushy mould
She screamed in ecstasy as the ******* and lips serviced her birth canal
She pinched and bit her *******
As her body convulsed and she cummed uncontrollably
At last her friend finger and tongue found the *****
And an alien feeling enveloped her whole flame she felt  like peeing as her eyelashes twitched successively  
Her heartbeat accelerated as she gushed
She looked at her pecked her passionately and heaved a sign as sleep robbed her senses and together they drifted into sleep with pleausure etched in their beautiful faces

Dear my valentine
As my pen pours out pain
Bursting from deepest recess of my brain
My broken heart is bleeding tears
As my eyes are shedding blood
I now understand you don't love me
You really love hating me
I asked you "will you be my valentine?"
And your response made a part of crypt
Be deciphered
I now understand why you(U) and i (I)
Are not near each other in the alphabetical order
But NO N & O follow each other
Sticking with you i thought was so cool
But now i realize to you i was just a fool
You always wanted roses
I never knew you would use their thorns
To ***** my heart
To you i was not good looking
But you were good in looking how
Deep my pockets were
I was always faithful
But my efforts were unfruitful
You made me realize just how much poor
I was
A beggar of love
I dread seeing the red color
It doesn't represent lovers day
But broken hearts day
I have to put a full stop there because
The sheet is soaking red
Intensifying  my dull aching
Looking forward for your
Break up message
Because once again i have
Celebrated loneliness alone

         Crushed heart of
A love saturated poet
Kayvoh

THESE COULD BE US

All the less privileged around us
The urchins with no house
To lay their tired young bones
The hungry kids sprawled on our streets
With sunken eyes and protruding bellies
Grease painted flames and life long companion
The glue bottle
  
   We didn't bribe the most high
Now that our life are normal and we always soar high
These pitiful human beings could be us
The homeless with tattered clothes
And hopelessness in abundance
Upon whom the merciless sun beat down
And the rain wash their years away
These could be any of us
The twilight girls who share their sinful life with the sad moon
And whose blood sustains the very existence of the mosquitoes
Girls who don't understand the sweetness of night sleep
They are no better than the witches

    These could be us the beggar
With their outstretched hands
Waiting for for a plane of hope to land
With only the coins to break the silence
And at times the ambulance's sirens
Its only by grace we are not in hospitals
Fighting for our lives in machines
We can walk,see hear and even smile to the cruel sun
Since we are not them
But every time you hit your pillow
Always remember to give thanks because
THESE BROKEN SOULS COULD BE US

My mind is very slipperly
And when i slip
I always fall to sleep
My legs are flexible
Always walking
At nights
I always walk into dreamland

Instead of wishing myself a
Happy birthday
I wished i didn't have a birthday
I sat there near the door
One ear lying in intimate touch
With the cold steel door
Fantasizing of a knock
At times i would mistake my
Pounding heart for it
Open the door in haste and welcome
Mosquitoes and wind instead of friends

Every passing second i would steal a glance
At the chiming clock
And wait for midnight the only thing i could look forward to
It was the worst day
The loneliest thursday
No friends,no cake,no candle
Not even a girlfriend
Still i waited for fate to take toll

The parrafin lamp glowed  weakly
Swaying erotically
Celebrating the fact that i would be
Older than i was
Mosquitoes danced around my ear
Reminding me they had a present (malaria) for my birthday
At last the clock struck midnight
The wind blew off the lamp wick
All  was dark
I groped in the darkness as i came to into terms with reality
It was another birthday with no present,visitors nor celebration
The howling wind and buzzing mosquitoes
Feasted on my body wishing my birthday was everyday
Yesterday was already history
And today this my story

My mind still ring bells
Of that day i was hurled in this dungeon
In the dark corners i was holed
My freedom was mauled away


Lying my bare back in this cell
I couldn't even pull my body from this shell
My sanity was drowning in this well
Though i flared my nose to smell
What wafted into my nostrils was scent of living hell
Which sent shivers i couldn't even spell

I rarely saw light
The days were the same as the nights
Worry crisscrossed me left and right
Ideas overflowed out of my head but i couldn't write
Beyond the shadows of twilight
I dreamt of my freedom in bright
Letter
Sooner or later

when words ran out in my mind
i had no job but just mind my business
for once my brain was free from the busyness thinking
i didnt know my talent was sinking
but i spent my entire time thinking
trying to be creative and atleast revive my passion
but days passed on
i didn't write

from left to right
fellow poets frowned with hunger
but all they got was the wrath of my anger
words had drained
i was about to be ruined
i could nolonger write
words were playind hide and seek

after long spell of silence i decided to seek
for help in books and art
to they father at heaven i prayed
give me back words
bring back poetry

  (dedication to all poets and poetry lovers )
[return of the poet]