طفولية الحلم
20 فبراير 2018
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أعيناكِ هاتين ..
أم هما عالمين من السحرِ …
تسكُنهما ألوفُ النُجومِ
وينقسِمُ بينهما القمرِ ..
أثغركُ هذا أم أنه .. !
في العشق معبد السكرِ …
ثَملتُ حينَ رأيتُه …
وأدركت أنه القدر ..
أنتي يا طفولية الحِلمِ …
يانفحة العطرِ …
وأوراقِ الياسمين
وأصل الزهر
من أين جئتي …
وكيف جئتي …!
وكيف تعمقتي في فكري ..
وكيف سكنتي الشرايين
وأصبحتي الدم الذي يسري
فالآن …. أخبريني
قبل رحيل الفجر
قبل أن أكتب كلماتي على السطرِ …
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You are confused ?
19 نوفمبر 2015
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
16 نوفمبر 2015
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 )
24 يوليو 2011
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
