Abbas Kiamiri

 

 

A Time, Always To Remember

to her

 

bedroom's door was left ajar

two wine goblets were on bar

covering yourself, with a stole in red

half-naked,you sat on bed

I stepped out of bathroom

entered the dim-lit bedroom

I sat on edge of the bed

held your chin to turn your head

restless affects, enticed me to lure

you consented,with a graceful demure

desire and love filled up the air

flames of passion paired us to dare

drinking your wine, I kissed your lips

reached out trying, to caress your hips

muted cries of, whimsical lust

surrendered us to instinctive trust

we didn't care about wrong and right

pain and pleasure, saw off the night

time stood still, for a pure girl's plight

bloomed to a woman, on that sacred night

 

Copyright ©2006 Abbas Kiamiri

 

A lover's subconscious sorrow

 

Do you remember, the first time, you made love

losing your virtue, your honour too, thereof

do you remember, those joyful pains, you felt

did you weep, after, the lustful moments' melt

can you remember, when passion burnt his soul

were you repenting, for you'd paid all its toll

can you picture him, how tight he pressed you

when closing eyes, makes feel him deep in you

do you remember the urge when caressed him

the heated pleasures, when you embraced him

do you remember, your desires, to give in

the moans and giggles, are still checking in

do you remember , his arms, around your waist

does kissing my lips, recall his kisses' taste

tell  me  if  his  name , still ,  rings any bell

making love with me, whispers you his spell

 

Abbas Kiamiri Copyright ©2004 A Kiamiri  

 

Come Back

come back and light up love's shrine

in this lonesome, heart of mine

come back,get me back eyes' sight

take me out of,the realm of night

come back , make me feel inspired

fulfill what,we've always desired

come back,bring us back minds' peace

how long more,should I beg you this?

come back and inspirit this lorn

blow on me, like breeze of morn

come back,our love ,can be restored

let,s heal our hearts, to be adored

 

Abbas Kiamiri