6/21/10

The Palestinian Dominion.

A skin dangerously involved in a sensual coup. Weapons from the holly land are wild and curvy.
She fights back in a struggle of lips.
Her hair is a dark desert, a trap for fake soldiers.
She stares at love with wise eyes.
Her heart holds a diary of combats, the next pages expect legitimate battles
Where ecstasy and joy take over.
A revolution of desire is rising,
in a territory of warriors of love.
A lady is the Queen of this new empire,
a place where justice exploded in an attack of kisses,
dropping like bombs on a body at war.

By:  Jamel L.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

looove this <33

Anonymous said...

Wow. Does Jamel own a website, blog or Tumblr where I can read more of his work?

Anonymous said...

Thank you!

http://isistales.blogspot.com/