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The Well Of Desire Those are the wishes of his
bells And His beauties Gathering at his windows Which announce The tide of the tender
approach That’s colouring my Panthers Where my body Speaks me around you So Lay down here At the eye of the ascent, … Jump higher As it’s my predominance Which is cracking your
straightness … Arrange yourself, And let’s be alike Around the slippery of the
meaning It’s the skin of my soul So Disconnect yourself Drop by drop Cut the head of direction That is the reason of my
fingers The tempestuous of your bosom And I shall terminate My connection With gold Now You should know It’s my whip Carrying the stallion Of directions That’s more sensual And more connective Oh lust of eternity! It’s I The foreteller Who assemble you, And suggest the doubts Of your existence In the muscles I’m the one Rejoicing your tenderness With solitude Of the knowledgeable It’s I Who is spinning around his
desires Where I demolish the Signs With your tenderness … Come closer So to crack your silver And Enforce the span of my thighs I’m putting together My jump That has been inhabited With the sweetness of the one! It’s the outrage of my pearl; The negative, The quiet, The slippery, And the stripped out of its
purification That’s my sword I’m colouring you with, Twisting your jump To release it Where my sublime lips are This What makes me pre-eminent: Than it’s I Who dominate your hills But they remain the victorious Of the growth of my arms Where I collect you And assemble What was harmonizing you, To make you my one And the only I’m fencing you To make you radiant So to colour my horses It’s the enrichment And the jump of my stallion Which is trying the prophecy To melt your bow … Come here! To fence you with my only
sense I’ll follow you, To arrange my grape And I’ll collect you As to sharpen my shape … I’m the one Who is bobby trapping Your rising Towards the muscles And picking up Your glorious radiant It’s the predominance Of the approach And I know It’s my fruit, And it’s my skill, Pour the tenderness of your
curves Into my fingers And The power of my stallions Which are decorated With your upright plant … I’m taking you Into my predominance As I’m the one furnished With the medallion of conquest Which is A return back To my game I’m the glorious Pouring out to your
tempestuous What exists around me; Which is nothing but Surrender! … Come closer So I repeat the fruit of my
fingers While You climb up To my mind … Be gentle Let your happening be! Come To enable me riding my body … These are My connection, My sensuality, And it is My tongue And My solitary. Traductor: Salam Naji |
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