You, oh! tormentor you!
Alight these fires! How you do?
Alone! I tangle; hair on my bare chest.
Ache for the touch of your fair breast.
Silently suffer the distant dreams,
pains and wants that rip my seams.
Visions of your perfect pout,
another night, another bout.
Silky Smooth, velvet thighs,
longing shreds the heart to sighs.
Along your back, run the ripples,
my lips overtime on your nipples.
Smooch you, whisk, off the floor.
Forget the curtains or the door.
Thud! Together; on the mat,
In abandon coddle and wetness pat.
Afire and crackle; logs on fire,
in the villa or a byre.
Say so much and not at all,
Drained, in dreams, with you fall.
Original
(Buraydah-KSA)
saadat tahir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/logs-on-fire-2505/
