When you're on your own at night I hope your hands run down your skin, feeling every curve you have, your desires are no sin

Cupping your ample tits, nipples hardening to your touch, you're pinching them slightly the pain you like so much

Down along your stomach, you stroke your inner thighs, you want to go to your Sacred place, the need you can't disguise

But you don't want to rush yourself, you've got a lot of time, you even think of your poet, who adores you in his rhyme

You can feel that tingle your Sacred place calls out to you, you slide your fingers deep inside and heaven cums it's true

Fingers searching for that spot, thumb dances on your clit, dancing deep rhythmic circles, juice running from your slit

It's been a while since mind and body joined together and played as one, and if my poems can take you there, then my job is done

If I can inspire you and put a hungry look across your face, to me it's like I'm with you, at your Sacred place

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Here is the picture inside the plane of Afghanistan peoples who are trying to escape from Afghanistan at any cost please describe this picture in one word

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तुम्हें इक बात कहनी थी

इजाज़त हो तो कह दूँ मैं

ये भीगा भीगा सा मौसम

ये तितली फूल और शबनम

चमकते चाँद की बातें

ये बूँदें और बरसातें

ये काली रात का आँचल

हवा में नाचते बादल

धड़कते मौसमों का दिल

महकती ख़ुश्बूओं का दिल

ये सब जितने नज़ारे हैं

कहो किस के इशारे हैं

सभी बातें सुनी तुम ने

फिर आँखें फेर लीं तुम ने

मैं तब जा कर कहीं समझा

कि तुम ने कुछ नहीं समझा

मैं क़िस्सा मुख़्तसर कर के

ज़रा नीची नज़र कर के

ये कहता हूँ अभी तुम से

मोहब्बत हो गई तुम से

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