Suit and tie
or gold stacked high
dreams cast out
take root
for a few

agreed upon reality
of desired traits
inhibit the minds
of never divine
mental states

stay true to yourself,
rebel
I'll stand with you

challenge your planet
with constructs of mind
shape it, form it
and for you,
the earth shall rise

You give me goosebumps,
Before we've even touched,
I'm moist from you,
Weak and losing my breath,
Yearning for you,
Keeping you close,
The smell of you alone makes my toes curl,
And when you straddle me,
Tresses flowing over your beautiful *******,
If only you knew what you do to me,
When you lean in, delicately placing your lips on mine,
Letting our tongues find each other...
I wish this could last forever,
You're the only one I love to please and be pleased by,
& when you lay your body on me,
I can feel your diamond against mine,
The way we move in unison,
The moans,
The scratching,
The bites,
I...love...making love to you,
And when you smear your fingers in my wetness,
And dip them slowly in my clenched grip...
The whispers in my ear,
Pleading for me to always remain,
Speeding up with every sound,
Drowning in the moans,
I'm lost with you,
I'll...Always....be...yours...baby....
My Beautiful desires are fulfilled with you,
Don't take that away..

Time and again you ask for my eyes, should I donate
But before you do this let me your heart to confiscate
Still I fail to determine whether you are my soulmate
Then you should not have asked for this let me state
The problem is you live in my eyes let me get vacate
And after that how will I be able to take and captivate
Your beautiful image your wonderful curves to satiate
So please be liberal in your demand and do not advocate

If still you insist on your irrational demand and desire
Then before doing all this I have my love right to aspire
After taking my eyes destroy me and the burn in the fire
I want to see you out of your attire naked before I expire
Make me understand that you are doing it in love entire
I don't want to know what will happen when I will retire

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I don't know what to say
When you ask me if I'm okay
When the only thing that will take my sad away
Is the day I stop wanting you to stay

I have never understood this feeling.
Joy and dread as one.
My stomach is cartwheeling.
Oh god, what have I done?

Have I really let someone in again?
Even though we all know how that goes.
Doesn't his smile just make you love the pain?
Do those dimples make you forget the coming woes?

You silly foolish little thing.
There is only one end to this story.
A ruptured heart and a broken wing.
We have seen this before and let us be honest it is rather gory.

Do you want to face that final page?
Alone and isolated on Trent...
Can you once more muster the healing rage?
Or more likely be left with a new dent.

Is it the accent or the heat of skin you need?
Does it go deeper than that, is it more deadly than that?
Is it his soul that makes you bleed?
Or is he no more than a rat?

Life will never show you the answers before you down pay.
So invest wisely your life and your body.
What does your gut have to say?
Or has she gone quiet no longer so *****.

Writers write not to fill bookshelves;
Writers write to fulfil themselves.
They write because they feel a need,
Words they know others may never read.

I fall in love with people too much and
it's so genuine of a feeling ,
I wonder how much love this heart needs
and how much is it willing to give ,
Often I try to conserve both
me and my heart ,
But this heart of mine convinces me to love again
it says that keep loving even if no one loves you
because we both know
**" How being unloved feels like "

I long for the sleep I am so heinously denied, the subtle and sinking embrace of true rest. The never-ending expanse of ebony satin, staining the existence on the back of my eyelids. I long not for a brief escape, but an eternal one. I chase the fleeting feeling of nonexistence that plagues my conscious mind, deriving from my small excursions into the nocturnal haven called sleep. I am weighed down, neigh drowned by my need to relentlessly pursue this venture. Yet, I feel it is an empty venture all the same.