Wild as a September Hurricane
as the spitting ocean that reigns the Pacific nights
but she tames and purrs on his feet
see how she moans for his love.
Exploding with terrible anguish and wonder
all the flavours of the world in her power
a mouth wetter, more exotic than the Amazon River
but how she kneels and begs for him
see how she crumbles and yearns.
Her wrath slams shockwaves down the layers of the Earth
rocking the core, disrupting magma
breaking apart the pyramids,
sinking and destroying civilisations—
But see how his touch calms her like the desert after a storm
calms her with his soft hushes and protective hands
her scream vibrates deeper than tropical thunder
her fire burns wilder than the lava of layers under
but see how he holds her and her soul is weaken—
Only with his touch is she lost and broken.
zulaikha Ishak 
i love this! also i was wondering, if i could write you a few lines?
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Two years later, and I just saw this! Of course.
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time seems to have passed, since;
and oh today, i seem to but fail
as i try to remember the state of my heart
that softly wished to write for you.
oh how there are times,
when one seems to forget, even tho all of it just feels oh so familiar
only for a photograph to then
revive the dusted.
oh as i read, the words to you, it was them
that served the purpose,
of a ‘still memory’.
oh how i realized that oh,
it was the sweetness to you
that oh i felt in your words
and the expression of love
which oh you would share in glimpses
for me to wish.
oh it was your kind heart,
your wise words,
and the benevolence to you, that made me find you
beautiful.
and it is for only her, i wrote these few.
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I adored your poem. I’m not deserving of such wonderful words, but thank you. I wish you I can thank you personally, with the love and appreciation from my side x
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you deserve all of it and much more; for i still found all that i read to you then just beautiful.
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