My crazy thoughts ...

Let me tamper with your body...
and kiss all your details ...
all your parts ...
bit by bit ...
and then ...
to descend from the top of your shoulders ...
to the hidden place of your waist ...
to caress your **** ******* ...
with my hands and tighten them ...
to hear nothing then ...
only hear from you that sigh ...
and watching  your biting on lips ...
to me as a crazy lover ...
while i'm drinking the wine ...
from you sweet mouth ...
then ...
oh what then ...
after all craziness that we did ...
to lay with a happiness ...
on all of your body ...

o my lady ...
did you liked my crazy thoughts ...

hazem al ...

No one else is ever gonna know how anyone feels.
When everything is hurdling down upon you,
does it actually hurt?
Or are we just afraid of the sight?
Do crazy actions come from crazy thoughts,
or a crazy world?
Blaming the world is easy,
for it is tilted anyway.