I tore the curtain,
Between your bedroom,
And the library,
To catch a book,
Instead my eyes,
Caught your stripped thighs,
Flaming like my knowledge desire,
Free like this night's air.
I jumped softly to the library,
Just like a cat,
To catch a book,
I caught a warm flesh!
Khalid Osman
1999 Asmara
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