Her lips remind me of blood
her looks makes me forget the hood
her hair waving all over her
the lust of it to have me cover
the taste of her kiss so sweet
how come a human be so discrete
i fall for her eyes so deep
they make me walk in my sleep
her hands so adoring
will a man ever find them boring?
Her face lit with the moon
i wish to have my lust filled soon
every day i come across a world
which starts and ends with what she hold
so i wish to have her bosoms
to make me go all in blossoms.
And i wish to go in peace
for she has left me not in a piece.
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani.