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Forbidden Fruit

You squeaked and squirmed,
You wailed and burned,
You panted and grunted,
You grinded and I grunt.

We sailed and swum,
We danced the night drunk,
We swan and sang,
The poison of passion we drank.

The ripe forbidden fruit we taste,
Search and exploring our bodies in haste,
The time on each other we waste,
We squash and thrash upon our bodies, and lie in exhaust.

The fruit tastes good,
Like food we eat,
Like love we we bleed through our desires,
While the passion danced,
We rode upon the thick white sheet.

Sheet ruffled bedsheet,
With feather I tease your naked body,
Like feather you run your fingers lightly onto me,
Like fire ignites in our hearts and chest thumps, harder.

Harder and faster the desires grows,
The blood boils and the souls ripe,
There we lay on the sheet in stripes,
All empty and pulled out of this world,
We created a world within ourselves,
For ourselves.

In thirst I thurst into you,
In pain you swain and squirm,
In moans I take you mine,
In groans you, take you as you.

In whispers we speak,
In noises we stay,
Between lust and love we sail,
Sail a thousand times, drown and died a thousand times.

The passing night spins out the morning,
With birds chirping,
And cars honking,
But nothing stops us from our long sleep,
We taste the forbidden fruit,
And died in the poison of passion.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Cannabis And Coffee

Paint squashed upon the canvas,
Strokes thrashed upon the thick white paper,
Fingers traced your body lines,
It outlined you on the blank canvas.

On the blank canvas, tracing the black pointy line,
Hitting it with precision I draw you,
While you lay there,
I paint you while you stay there.

Mixing my colours up,
Creating my Platte,
Mixing your eyes into mine,
I put you on the great blank canvas of my life.

Drawing you with the faintest of hearts,
Thickest of skins,
With nimble and fumble parts,
I pain you upon the canvas called my life.

Your there, I see you,
You sit there, I drew you,
While you tip toed around my heart,
I dipped my heart, dropped the brush into the stash of paint,
Strain by strain, stroke by stroke,
I paint you, in the greatest canvas called my life.

While I smoke joints and joints,
Cups and cups of coffee,
Paint by paint I stroke the canvas,
Strain by strain I smoke the cannabis,
You’re rolled out on the greatest canvas called my life,
While I’m rolled in a high of either your beauty or this joint.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Coffee And Cannabis

Tiny slender feet, shone brightly,
Glistened and burned through the summer heat,
Shined and glittered the world around,
Walked with elegance.

There was I sitting at one corner,
Looking the feet, discreet,
The cannabis hit the scabs,
The strain enlightened me, when I glanced the feet.

Heat skipped a thousand beats,
High with Coffee and marijuana,
High with the shining beauty,
I sat engrossed, in the tiny slender feet.

Roamed around in my head,
Foray into the wild obsessions of mine,
Passed through labyrinths of lust,
The feet, slender, glistening, shining,
I bust through my desires,
Fell on the ground,
Cannabis and Coffee,
Feet and legs,
I have maintained a distance all while,
Now hits me again,
What’s there to loose and gain.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Moon

Kindling like the fire,
There awoke the desire,
Burned through us,
Grabbed us, tight and never let us apart.

The night arrived again,
What’s there’s to loose and gain,
While we wail in our pains,
And we sail in our pleasure.

The darkness in the sky lit by the moon,
We kindled since the noon,
We spoon ourselves onto our bodies,
We swoon over our desires.

The moon shines brighter,
Ignites the kindling candle,
Lights the whole world,
Then burns in your eyes.

While you eye the moon,
I spy you and swoon,
While we spun and grind,
Ride and sail, onto each other,
We see the moon.

Shines in the darkest of skies,
Pokes through dreamiest of eyes of your,
Shines your dry skin,
While I make you mine.

Under the mighty moon,
Under the mighty sky,
With the stars shining bright,
Our bodies kindling the candle,
Sailing across oceans of desire,
We made, love.

© Ashraf Shaikh.

Poison Of Passion

Silently shuddering,
Breath shattering,
Our bodies gathering,
Our desires slithered upon us.

You danced with the love,
In the dark little cove,
On the glass of wine,
Intertwined into my head.

You evoked my lions,
Enslaved my desires,
Ensnared my dreams,
Prisoned me, into the oblivion of your body.

You move and sway around,
You sway and squish yourself aside,
In song of passion, you dance,
Circling the deep ridden fantasies on my head.

The song is wild,
You sway yourself, I glide,
You turn and bend, while your supple body, slides,
Slides into my body, and we slither to become one.

The song is sensual,
You dance being pretentious,
You shake your hips and legs,
Looking you, I stand here tense.

The song is erotic,
While you dance exotic,
The heat surmises, the passion smells gigantic,
Here I stand, looking at you, smelling the waves of erotic.

Poison of passion, ensnars my body,
Poison of love creeps into my veins,
The song in which you dance,
Is fierce upon my life,
Poison controls the world around me.

Save me from this poison,
Might I die, looking you dance,
Free me from your spell,
Before you cast another one.

The poison of passion,
Grows stronger,
The bloods thaws out,
The poison creeps into my body,
Before I know,
I’m poisoned,
In your passion, I burn,
For your I yearn,
For for body and lips, I scorn,
Until I’m left with nothing,
But, only a rotten body in the ground.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Thread

Fog in my head,
Smog filled emotions lying ahead,
Thread my thread of your cloth,
I trace you, recovering emotions, suppressed.

Shook my hand,
Here I stand, can’t really comprehend,
What’s happening to us,
Your lips, my hands,
My lips, your eyes,
Every part of us, pinching, tickling,
Wobbling, throbbing,
And there, lie you.

Stark undressed,
I’m impressed,
My breath compressed,
You making sounds, in crest,
Crest of pain and longing.

We found our bodies,
Tracing threads of our cloths,
We found that heart and it’s beats,
Tracing, our longing for us.

The pain and loneliness, hidden inside,
Wobbled and throbble,
The solitude submerged into my veins,
There in the Labyrinths of sheer destruction of my soul,
I made the loveliest of loves,
With passionate of passions.

There you are, your nimble fingers,
With your eyes, hunting me, shaking my soul apart,
There you are, touching and amusing me,
With your hands and your soul,
Taking my breath away, bit by bit,
Feels we’re going to part.

Thread by thread,
We shred the longings of our heart,
Heat by heat,
We repeat the passion,
Feels we’re going to part.

The needle of love pokes,
Smokes my shins apart,
The needle of love, pains and rips,
Trips and shatters my whole self,
Unto the oblivion,
Where there’s endless lust for us to explore.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Ocean Eyes

In your world I found my solace,
In mine you did,
We were so engrossed into each other,
In our eyes, that the world collapsed.

The world collapsed,
Collided with everyone,
The dream broken and promises shattered,
But nothing mattered, we were one, into each others eyes,
We lived a thousand lives and died a thousand deaths.

With every breath we take, with every glance we steal,
We squeal in love and passion,
Desires rolling like thunder storm,
Passions whirling in our bodies like a worm,
Our love deformed and found existence into  reality.

The more I look into you,
The more I find myself,
You’re the solace and in your ocean,
I find my island to lay, shattered and stranded,
Longing to see, life lying ahead of me,
But, I can only see you, nobody besides you,
In your eyes, I find my own reflections,
But, nothing beyond that.

What happened,
Life snapped,
Dreams crapped out of life,
Everything empty,
But, the void is filled with love,
Love of broken people,
Of broken dreams and empty promises,
Will this love ever bring joy,
Or, the more I look into you,
The more, sadness, broken dreams and empty promises I find.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Fire

Fire, fire burning bright,
In the lanky forest of the night,
In this body of thirst,
In this forest called love.

Love burned bright,
Cast away the spell of lust,
The dandelions of passions burst,
Where we ran in the burning forest of love, hurt.

The world turned around,
The roles switched,
The life, which we had isn’t,
Now, there’s only you and me, and this fire.

The fire creeps through our bodies,
Burns in our veins,
Takes over our world,
Before we know, we’re burned inside each other.

© Ashraf Shaikh.

Our World

Collapsed into the tiring desires,
Submerged into the veins of beauty,
Collided with the moistening lip,
We, travelled the world within us.

Engrossed into our worlds,
Engaged with passion and desire,
Walking around in ecstasy,
We, rode waves of lust and love.

Love grew, as the passion ensure,
Love we tasted, when we got wasted,
Lust we rode upon of neverending fantasies,
Lust we drank while exploring ecstasies.

Our bodies crumpled,
Collided and collapsed,
Our skins burned and wrestled,
Our world submerged into each other and birthed, US.

Here we unite, in sheer passion,
Here we unite, in neverending thirst,
Here we untie, and undress, shed everything we’ve had,
Here, we stand,
Here, we sleep,
Exploring, devouring the delicious taste of love,
The wine of passion,
The joy of ecstasy,
Bodies of burning desires,
Entering into your world, I make you mine,
Entering in my world, you make me yours.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Rosè

Her rose quivered,
Our bodies shivered,
Our passions withered,
Our souls thirsty.

Our lives wobbled,
Our days gobbled,
Our stories dribbled,
Through our lips and we unite.

The night creaks from the sky,
The desire peeks above our heads high,
The passions burns thy,
The thirst quenches.

The yearning grows,
Where we bestows,
Exploring our bodies innuendos,
Our love grows.

Fires from the darkest forest,
Shoots from the heaviest pull,
Throbs from the pain and anger,
We unite, our love again.

Her rose quivers, while my lions shiver,
Our bodies wobble, and dance in gobbles,
While we taste the wine,
While we dine,
Intertwined into each other,
Infused, amused,
When are we ever gonna come out?

© Ashraf Shaikh