أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
that summer's Eid, in the morning's early hours, we spoke at last our due, got to hear your words, to distill from our past its truth.
you took me back in time, back in time,
to
when we were kids,
when words were far simpler things,
so
let me take you now:
to our Future's curtain,
unveiling its potential
as what we know for certain.
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not long after He has me judged, and iA His full mercy given, i'll look for you, to place my hands over your eyes, walk you to your palace, breathing softly across your neck, help build the tension and surprise. sometimes, it's only one room that matters, the one where lovers reside, the first one they'll run to, laughing smiling and ready, to at last be ones that fly.
the bed, more comfortable than a third of November, the sheets, softer than our whim, won't have to wonder what you wore underneath, some strings kept then tied, no longer, Tomorrow is for loosening of buttons, recreating our own Fifty Shades, so we let free, what all you'd kept inside. slowly fast, deeply savored every second, such is the taste, when a single lifetime, was the price for love we paid- the Garden's admittance, it cost restraint, and patience, to seek with endurance, the only path to finding His fullest of blessings.
i don't know what it's like to touch your skin, to know what you truly think, what your imagination held for me to unwrap and dive in, but my mind's vision, it won't forget that potential traded, of an instant's mortal pleasure, in exchange (iA) for an Infinity of unwrapping you over and over. if all i must give is patience, observance of His bounds, for a time as finite as this life of briefest living, don't mind a bit, passion is my choicest flame, to shine against the absence, and keep our aims forever lit.
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