Archive for January, 2017


Sweetness….

This time that

has past,

My Sweetness

did you think it’d last,

So much 

and we grow,

My dearest Sweetness I

want you to know,

My heart and soul

they call for you,

You rule my veins

and mind so true,

My Sweetness tell me

do you see,

The profound affect

you have on me,

With you is where I

want to be,

No other place I

would do it for me….

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Dreams….

Dreams cascade

in black and white,

I dreamt of you again

last night,

Your hand so soft

the sharpest knife,

And I was fighting

for my life,

Your laugh your words

and that smile,

False sense of security

for just a while,

You slid that knife 

slowly under my skin,

And with magical words

promised no sin,

I was killed from 

deep within,

I offered my heart

but that’s in the bin,

Your skillful hand

and sweet soft words so true,

I fell so deeply

into you,

Made my wish

that dreams come true,

I opened my soul

you took that to,

There’s nothing left I

bleed for you,

A skilful master

sharpest tool,

And look at me I’m

just your fool….

.x.

Him….(again.)

You are the addictive candle that graces my skin in the dark, each of your words have the power to caress or to burn, both ways mark me more powerfully than any touch ever could. 

Those that say words have no power? 

Will never understand….

“kitten.” You say. And I am here. Watching. Waiting. 

Sulaiman Hafeez

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