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McNe Jul 2018
A face speaks of innocence
Imaginations were free to run wild
A body rejecting listlessness
How fortunate for a mind so beguiled

Now the sparkle in the eyes
Slowly fades away
The curious being met its’ demise
Along with the words it wanted to say
Haven't been writing for a long time.
At the warm dimmed room
In the midst of hottest game
The sensation's starts to bloom
As we lit the flame

Every inch of flesh
Taken hungrily by those red playful pair
Hands that plays as it caress
Playing slow and safe as you care

Your moves that plays on the beat
Of sound and rythm of our souls
The stick points my flesh that ascends heat
And like we're beast that growls

In this game we made
In our own hot rythm
As one. That's how we played.
As the room's ambiance is so dim

Attracts the deepest seed
Beneath underneath lives the ace
Who plays wild in the court-bed
That made success flashed on our face

In this hottest game we made
We played it as one 'til final phase
Hot sweats that drip
Upon the pleasured flesh
Raviha Hussain Jun 2018
A POEM BY MY MOTHER


Come soon see the moon
The stars are shining
They give us news a new day
Everybody happy and say

Come and see the moon
gives light, the world last
If we learn some good things,
if we know how learn means

We can do find the secret of the world
sky, earth, flowers, animals, and bird
Although are the things for us

So why we get late and lazy
let's go and find the galaxy
Please come soon and see the moon
My mother also love to write poems and this is one of her and I love it so much. Written in 22.3.1999
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