The Knot


The odor of her body makes 

the lust sense gets up and awakes

the eyes meeting eyes sweet

hush they meet just to greet

then the breath catching whisper

the scenic cloud of smoke whisk her

the hands then go in hands

a volcano erupts moving up lands

the lips reaching out

the tongues feeling clout

the world stands so still

i can feel the sea water spill

then she helps let go her shirt

and asks to let go her skirt

the naked humans thus lie

oblivion of god they tie

they ride and they moan

they move and they groan

the play of life thus rise

who cares if one is in despise

its the joyous moments fulfilling

of lust and trust so forgiving

and this fun may go on is my wish

hope it not be a wish just to wish.



Ali Gohar.


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