Desire

Any tail that was heartbroken with
Her secretary was met

If it is warm Janet of the touch of the hand
And hugging, became a heartfelt.

If the kiss was the fire of love
Neither play, not deceit, not deceit and smoke

Thus, the pound, came from God
That is the fire, but it has come

If his eyes took your skirt
Not from the dirt, but from the sky

Take a pure hug
Not with hidden shame, not in dust

To the warmth of the tone, your heart was warm
Not of the skin, of the brain and of understanding

Fellow
The same moment is to the sunshine

But if your eyes are full of lust
And every kiss is empty of mercy

And if the warm -up only tone
Not that seal, nor that life, the body

Craving early in time.
Not staying of her love, no seal, no John

That that love, which comes from the heart of God
To every skin and hidden, the sound comes

Do not be aware of thirst, lick
That in the palate is no except oh and khash


#behnammohtarami #