To That Torture...
Undress me the way you have thought for your bride,
Shower your kisses over me with the passion
that-
not known by any other girl in your arms
Let your lips crave for mine,
Tremble me with your touch,
Desire me for I desire you,
Let your passion flow,
Show me how can you make me glow...
To taste and lick, to touch, to flick
You pain me,
Along skin that is slick,
I long to moan with every of your kiss,
Kiss me gently and then passionately,
Crawling of your lips from my throat to chin,
Is a dream that dreamt daily...
What is this? I cannot write more.I am depressed.I am extremely depressed.I write such words to torture myself.I write words that turn themselves into knives and then I feel abused.I cannot avoid nightmares.I don't want to feel anything at this moment.I am shattering into pieces and I can't help myself.I want to run to a place where my mind won't remind me of those things that I yearn to forget but they sting my brain.
"Purity of Hoors in Jinnah scares me."
Yes. I am scared.I am scared by thoughts that I usually repress.I don't want to say anything and yet there are so many things that I want someone to listen to.I can never explain.I will suffer more and I don't know when it would end.
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An interesting piece. Sorry for your troubles.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
My words are read and felt.Thank you,actually.
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DeleteLISTEN THIS AND THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD
Deletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQsQVrfEOuM
You have a fine taste of music.
DeleteHave you listened to Pathany Khan's wajjay Allah waali taar or mera ranjhan hun koi or?
I love listening to him in time of depression.
Thanks ..i take it as a compliment, i have listened to nearly all cheerful compositions created in past, present and (There will be no future). I have listened to all great Masters incluuding those mentioned aboce. .. ..music is boring for me now...Try to get out of depression by writing something nice about something nice
DeleteIt will take some days.
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