Isla De Las Munecas Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Universe is an ocean that is full of trolls.
Hot gases, boiling liquids and fusion fires
But my Lady World is an island of dolls
In an ocean of fire a green gal of desires.

Every moment its desires are fully changed
Her love changes with the days and nights
For sucking sunlight her leaves are hanged
For blooming flowers the rains are delights.

In bikini, to the hot sun, her sexy calls
Crazy gal, sends clouds for a flying kiss
Gets a return in the more sexy rain falls
Cold freezes her love in the snow bliss

But once she melts the lonely green island
Is touched by the pleasure of sweet streams
And why to the moon she stretches her hand?
In a full moon night she changes her dreams.

She has so many dresses her wardrobe a treasure!
In every colorful dress she's beautiful and appealing
Never forgets to exploit her charming curvature
Appealing cuts n revealing curves are heart stealing.


When and how the sun loved her, don't know
But moon looks to me, her beautiful love child,
My dear hanging dolls I love your lovely show
Your whispers make the stones soft and mild.

I have heard you can move your calling hands,
On your call I came here in the island of dolls,
To love, to bloom flowers, in the love islands,
Having added a few dolls, going back to trolls!