The Wings of the Simorgh

She is the Sun, and I the Moon, In almost perfect unison every morning, She rise slowly across the valleys and hills, as her light fills the sky, all the animals start to wake from their peaceful slumber, while trees feast on her rays and flowers bloom in her glory. The moon remains hidden, always present in the sky, always watching her as she brings life to all her warmth touches. The Moon waits and watches patiently, As the Sun becomes tired and begins to fall from its peak in the sky. She falls gracefully, The strength of her light fading, creating a colourful romantic sunset for all of life to see and And as she starts to reach the horizon, The moon unveils himself to her and the world, and reflects the powerful rays that he absorbed from her all day, allowing her light to continue to shine through him in the night. His light may not be as strong as hers, but he has the power to move oceans, creating the waves that ebb and flow. His love for her is seen every

The fire of Passion burned them every night, the heat from his body warmed her heart. As the two made love, her song brought him to life, and like the Sirens call to the sailors, he threw himself into her turbulent ocean, Without anything to protect him from her tempestuous waves. He pounded her body like it was a drum, His drumstick pulsing on her skin with every beat, She could feel his heartbeat in the drumstick, as they inched closer and closer to climax together. Their bodies vibrated to the rhythm of their deep breathing, every inhale and exhale made them want more. Being burned by their love was not enough for them, they became the flame that moths danced to, their dizzying flight in remembrance of the passionate lovers, the flame they became reduced them to nothingness, they became one again in the ashes of the fire they fueled, Their bodies inseparable in death as it was in life. The passion of fire that burned them revealed the fires of their passion.

She stood there on the bridge looking out across the Perfume river,  As the traditional imperial boats made their way across the Perfume River. She could see the big market out in the distance,  Its exotic smells filled her nose and reminded her of her father's stories of a different era.  Yet she looked back over her shoulder, and there her lover stood, watching her quietly, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes, loving every moment he had with her. This moment on the bridge was truly special to him, he had dreamed of taking her there,  A city she had never seen, Except in the stories she'd been told as a child. He could see in her face and her smile that she was at peace there,  On a vacation together with no worries except what delicacies they should try. He loved her more than life itself, She embodied all of his ambitions and dreams,  The girl who made him feel lucky again.  He no longer worried about being alone,  His soul had intertw

Her love slept peacefully in their hotel bed, Dreaming of another world, However as he opened his eyes, He saw his one and only love watching him sleep, Her eyes glistened as the sun's first rays shined on her beautiful face. She leaned over and kissed his face, "Good morning my love" she spoke softly as she smiled at him, That smile melted his heart from the first time he saw it. He hugged her tight, Never wanting to let her go. Her warmth seeped into his body, As her naked body caressed his, He could feel her heart beat quickly, As he kissed her gently on her lips and neck. He never will forget the sunrise on that morning, The way she looked at him, Told him everything he needed to know. "Keep me forever", her eyes said to him, "Don't let me go", his eyes replied. The sun rises every day, While it doesn't rise at the same time for them now, One day soon, They will share every sunrise together, And make their realit

Her hands couldn't make a quarter disappear, nor could it pull a rabbit out of a hat. No, her hands couldn't find that ace of spades, her hands knew a different trick than that. This magic her hands were capable of made her lover swoon for her day and night, her hands held his on her heart, and that was but the start. She massaged his back with her fingertips, gliding down from his neck to his knees. He loved when she licked his lips, and his manhood with her hands did she squeeze. Her hands ran through his hair, into his eyes did her eyes glare, when the lover and beloved united, those magic hands got excited. When he held her hand in his, her hair was all in a frizz, this magic that her hands did know, made her brain feel like dough. Now fast forward to a year from now, when lover and his beloved still vow, her hands are working a different trick, instead of holding her lover down, she used it on their baby boy who needed to get sick!

I never thought I'd belong to anyone, Being the one who talks to her from dawn to dusk, Providing her with the love and affection she deserves, My shoulder to lean on after a long stressful day, My lips to kiss her tired lips when she is tired of talking, My body to cover hers and warm her when she's cold under the sheets. I never thought I'd belong to anyone, I thought I'd always be the one who cared too much, the one who was cheated on, lied to, and taken advantage of. I never thought I'd belong to anyone, I thought I'd never find the woman of my dreams, Who cared about me like I cared about her, that would loved me like I loved her, Who missed me like I miss her, I never thought I'd belong to anyone, or someone would belong to me. I thought I'd be alone like I was used to, I would pursue relationships that would fall apart before they even begin, Go on dates without any chemistry or spark, and lie to myself that my partner actu

She handed him her heart in their last embrace, She knew this night was coming, And had prepared her heart for the long journey ahead. His love had tore it out of her body, And it beat endlessly on to the rhythm of their love. She put that heart in a old bottle for him to take back home, As she knew one day he would bring it back for her intact, A heart that would visit a world she had dreamed to see. When he received that heart at the airport, He replaced it with his own, Buried in his chest, her heart kept him alive, providing him with the energy and passion he needed to succeed. He fed the heart everyday with love and affection, He held it gently when it was cold, And cooled it down when it was angry, He nurtured her heart unlike he had ever taken care of his own, Hers was the most special gift he had ever received. By the time he was ready to go back to her, Her heart blossomed like a flower, Its strength was visible in his features, His love for her was present