Syed Hemaad

Your Desire

I look at your picture and see my Angel!
Those soft crimson lips whose moist wetness i ache to feel,
those eyes that i price so much, whose sight i wish to see.
The hair as it falls down your forehead
and almost brisking you lashes like a goddess to me you are!
Just wish to be your devotee and feel every ounce of your warmth.
That bosom, that lovely bosom like heavens peaches they so tender and warm.
That beating heart whose sound i wish to hear
and that smile for which i would

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