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The sleazy heat of the monsoon midnight,
the humid breaths of the seductress
Spreading her deep, dark locks over my sight,
showing her black veil, I wanted to caress
Seizing my attention, my love, my affection,
the sorceress of night stepped ahead
Her heavy breaths took me to subjection,
and her touch brought wet beads on my head
In the strange stupor of ecstasy and pain,
I longed for comfort and glee
Entangling me in her deadly chain,
She listened not to my helpless plea
Draining out my hope, my strength,
the dark night left me cold and weak
It went away in rush, but stealth,
when the sun rose to its mighty peak
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Saad Javed
I write not because I can. I write because I have to. Good or bad, I have to keep the stream flowing. Words express a human's disposition, so better out than in!
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Muhammad Awais Aftab | Oct 4th, 2006
This poem is a seduction in itself... i am purely enchanted!
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