***** dreams...





another dream i got with you ...
got you with me into my world...
another poetic night we had...
a poetic sweet love,while a candles enjoyed our love...
another sweet love we had together...
feelings burned and melted into each other..
bodies got its desires with no shame...
bodies started to give it's best to the other...
bodies searched for a love and satiation...
bodies tried to get enough from the other...
but it failed...
because it will never reach the enough from the other...

another night...
in the mid of night...
till the end of that night...
spent the whole night with love...
spent and didn't felt how that night passed...
night passed as a seconds...
sweet seconds passed with an endless love...
that love we gave to the each other...
we made it together...
even still more inside with an endless desires to give ,each others...

another night...
there into our bed,waiting you...
a bed full of roses and so *****...
loving warm bed waiting us...
would you come again...
would you wake me up again...
to start another night...
to make as always a great love...


by : hazem al Jaber ...

A high ecstasy of ****** desires.
We all crave for it
We all miss it
When we do
Life is meaningless
Only death will take me
When that about time
I stop it, in the right moment.

Itch
Please scratch it
Pain
Slowly tickle it
Whoa
A Lip bite
Ohhh
What is that?
Ahhmm
Do not stop
Whoo
Do it again!

I am arouse from your smell
I day dream...
I have seen your soul
and I want to consume it
Consume it with poetry
With just a poem
that will show it all from you
Just like Lilly did,
Before the beginning of lust
Just eat the prohibited apple of mine
And let it all begins.

Breathe here, stare there
Gorgeous people everywhere
Mind chases, heart races
Breath-taking men with briefcases

Black suits and coloured ties
Witty minds with pretty eyes
Pulled up socks, polished shoes
Ink pens, all blues          

Strong souls, real men
Captive in a cemented den
Pick one or pick seven
All good as heaven

Hard working, on time
Romantic talks with wine
One sings the other cooks
Charming words, ***** looks


Unexpected, unsure
My boss makes me lure
His Lamborghini, his yacht
Finest of the lot

His dimples, his hair
His tantrums I can bear
Surprise gifts from his side
Strong feelings, stronger vibe

Look here, look there
Gorgeous men everywhere
Single girls form a line
Take them all, boss is mine.

-Zainab Attari