You are confused ?


You are confused ?

And your eyes uncover … hidden inside you

Your eyes Looking for shadow , or cloud

To raise pain of your broken heart

Sure , you feel sad

Your heart , to flow over tear

Sure , your eyelid .. has been Exhausted

Sure , him departure in your heart engraved

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Why … this sadness has long time with you ?

My lady ..

Whatever … you lose him

This is your decree of fate

Whatever the status , what can we say ?

Its over !

So , close him story’s , chapter , doors

TO see beauty paradise in your eyes ..

And your lips , sing to love

and say I love the life

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I will light up your night

to dance with drum rhythm

stay in dance , at sunrise

the sad memories rise with morning

my lady … are you still confused ?

my lady …

Open your eyes … let me see it

And give me your hand to me , don’t fear

I will pay attention all of you , soul , heart , body

With my soul and heart …

Writing by …

Salman al-ansari

Prisoner of love

my English language , not good 🙂 so excuse me

The boy and his teacher ( +18 ) flirt story


The boy was have 14 years old , the woman was have 27 years old ago , after ten years … them meeting .. and this discussion happened between them ….

( He say )…

I was a boy …

Play with all thing

Color my life … with my brush

have fun … with my self , and friends

I was wish to hug … the moon 

In puberty

I shout , I sing

And smoked … red cigar

I write my Past story … 

i don’t know what I was doing

( oh my lady )

I Now … grow up

I still .. remember the past How you was :

you hug me 

& Between your … embrace me

& Your worm lips was … kissing me 

And your femininity excite me … While I sleep 

I still … remember … how I see you nude

front of me … staring , dancing , and watching me 

My nature was shame

And you was try to kindness me 

You was told me about … something’s

I wasn’t know it ?

Like , feeling , worm , longing

( oh my lady )

I Now … grow up

( oh my lady )

Return beck .. that’s past

( oh my lady )

Are not you … was my teacher

And on your school …. I brought up ?

so … I was your student !

and between your hands …. I graduation !

so now …

let me … kiss your lips closely

and hug your fascinating body

to see your beautiful eyes 

( oh my lady )

I Now … grow up

my story’s grow up with me 

that’s .. small pen … it not with me now

so let me … write my novels by your lips

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( she , laugh then cry ) and say :

Just now !! you come and tell >> I grow up

Anymore now :

You are not … on my my dream

Your name .. not on my notes

Your picture … I rend it

And erase you from my life 

I grow up too ! 

all of my train & station has gone 

and my longing for you … burn me

to embracing you as a man

so , you come now and told me our memories !

iam near 40 old ! now 

so you are looking for me ??

there is many young girls , teen girls

u can find your life with them

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( The boy ) interrupt her talk , by a kiss on her lips , strong embrace , until he feel her heart beat , shake, become high .

In moments , he start to strip she of her clothes … and rape her ( without fight )

writing by :

Prisoner Of Love

salman al-ansari

she smiled ….( flirtation )


on her chest …i Wrote my memories

and drew a kiss

express to her about my longing

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she smiled

and seduced me her lips

like she … say to me ….

why you are waiting … !

come on kiss my lips

Extend your hand … to capture me

so iam all between your hands …. present

i am … property for you

i am … slave for you

i am … naked for you … on your warm chest

come on … kiss me

the time will spent

longing standing up on my shoulders

and ooooh …. i repeat

becouse it like whip lash me …. on my longing

Extend your hands to … embrace me

so longing for you … be strong

and waves fom eroticism hit … my ports

so tell me now ?!

did you will anchor with calm !

or with hard ?

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by

salman al-ansari