good-bye... Not to you
but the memories
which seems bitter now
good-bye... Not to you
but the creases
which seems unappealing
good-bye... not to you
but the idea of you
which seems nothing but betrayal
good-bye... Darling not to you
but everything about you
which seems nothing but good-bye...

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Reality struck when
I sold you in my poems
To every lover
To survive...

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I am your dark desire
And
You are my erotic dream


Love story complete...

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Let me write a poem on you,
With my breathe...

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Jab maa thi tab yeh ass thi
zIndagi ek haseen khoowab thi
uske pehlu mei woh ek shaam thi
jab dil bhar ke rote, uska pallu bhegote
Woh Hans ker kehti
zIndagi ek haseen khoowab hai

Uski baaton mei ek lazzat thi
uski haaton mei woh barakat thi
uske kadamo mei woh jannat thi
Arey meri maa thi woh haseen rakaat thi
zIndagi jab ek haseen khoowab thi
Meri maa jab mere pass thi

Uske kadamo mei ghir ke ansoo bahana
uska hamko lappat ker tahaptapan
Uski daant bhi haseen niyayaat thi
meri maa Jo mere sath, mere qareeb thi
tou zIndagi ek haseen khoowab thi

Meri maa thi tou zid Kerna tha apna kaam
Aab tou na woh zid hai na hi woh shaam
Dil tadpe tou kerte hai bus usko yaad
Sitaro mei dhoondhe ya asmaan mei kare talash
ansoo bahe tou bus lete hai dil ko tham
na aaj woh pallu hai, na woh hasi bemisal
Qk
Jab meri maa thi tou zIndagi thi ek haseen khoowab thi
Aaj Jo woh pass nai, zIndagi mei woh baat nai...

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Your hand with ice
My hot skin
Your uneven breathe
My frantic heart
Your mischievous eyes
My lustful body
Your crooked smile
My burning desire
Together we created
An inferno
We burned
We destroyed
Eachother
For
Eachother.

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Khubsoorat tere lafzo ki bandish,
Nagahie qatil, dil betaab, mohabbat enayat.




خوبصورت تیرے لفظوں کی بندش،
نگاہیں قاتل؛ دل بیتاب؛ محبت عنایت۔

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He said he wanted to go slow
Doesn't he know, or he don't want to know
My body burn with desire, just with his smell
My heart thrump frantic with his nearness
My blood scroch with adrenaline with the soulful of his eyes
His touch, his smell, his eyes, his body, his accent
Everything about him put me on fire
And he asked me that we should go slow...

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When those silent breath touches her neck,
The warmness of that hug rocked her soul,
That lust, love and ecstacy of course,
Those pants
Hitch
Moan
And
Groans
The warmth of breath of his on her neck
That sweat of both;
Dance with the promise of;
Pleasuring course.

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The evil in you
Is crave in sins.
The good in you
Is deceive by grim.
To save you is my only pray,
If you let me feel you,
By the way I say.
The dark side of mine
Lurk by your side,
But I feel it slip
When you look into my eye.
You can be my weakness
The world see it,
They don't know yet,
The darkness within us
Is the sinister of all sins.

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