قبل أن أمسك يدكِ

‏لم تكن الحياة ناعمة لهذا الحد .

‏أنا لا أحُبك فقط، بَل أحمِلُك بينَ أضلُعي وأنبُضُ بك.

‏يأتي وجهك

مثل مَطْلع فجرٍ

أو مَطْلع قصيدة

مثل تخمين صائِب

أو فكرة سَدِيدة

يأتي وجهُكِ

مثل الحلول

عندما تبدو كل الأمور عصيّة.

On your lips are rivers of honey

And in your breasts, the crowd of kisses was lost

"لقد وجدتُ الطريق

‏للسماء

‏أشعر أنّي على بُعد

‏مسافات من معانقة

‏الغيوم

‏هذا الشعور يُلازمني

‏كلما رأيت عينيكِ." 🖤

Your breasts are filled with desire

They arouse my desire more and more

How can I not revolt against your body, beautiful woman?

And the cherries on your chest stand still, and I see them under your shirt, which I long to tear off.

Surrender your body to my hell and dance

How beautiful is your femininity, O garden of flowers, and the wave breeze that brings certainty, and the color of the sunset covered with nostalgia, you dance, sway and bewitch every time, play for me the melody of love, give me overwhelming warmth to my heart, ask forgiveness from me and ask that I have a body and a mind within me. In our isolation, the world around us turns into a big bed, for no one but us. There is a mixed, protruding chest that embraces pearls, and there is a waist wave like a stormy sea, and I am squeezing you madly. We mixed, and came together, until we were drunk from the cup of lust together.

تعالي الليلة، كي اختلط فيكِ وتبقى رائحتي على جسدكِ، على عنقك، وقميصكِ، تعالي

she said to me :

Show me your manhood while you are with me

I told her: What about your femininity?

She said, "Say you first."

I looked at her eyes and saw that it was a temptation. I revealed her chest to her and saw that it was a pomegranate. I took off her clothes and saw that her body was like a ship. I moved her thighs away and saw the forbidden thing. I put my sword inside her and began to talk to her about my manhood as I entered and pulled it out forcefully.

Then I said to her: Tell me about femininity.

She told me to tear it with your sword.

“In you there is femininity that is sufficient for a thousand kingdoms of women and enriches a thousand poetry collections.”

ذاتُ جَمالٍ ودَلال وحسنٍ مُلفتٍ للنَظَرُ .

I look at you as if I'm mourning the years I didn't spend with you

استلقي متجرّدة مّما يعزلُ جسدك الخمري عنّي ، دعيني أعبثُ بجنتي كمُا أشاء ، يا صغيرتي ...❤️‍🔥

لحظات بين أحضان من تحب تساوي سنوات من هراء الأطباء النفسيين

Your breasts, my little girl, are fruits that have no season.

It is embraced when nostalgic and eaten when tired

She seduced me with her ass

I wish she hadn't done it

Because I made her unable to sit on it for three days!