Comments about Waqas Naeem
Game Of Love
Death came to visit us, unexpected.
I saw it for the first time, vividly,
in the sprawling spring of her groans.
As I tried to pull out of our abyss,
As I was sucked back again into the vacuum
between her thighs,
I felt Death's smirk crawling down my left shoulder,
towards a pounding point in the ribs,
where Life was playing.