Songs Of Love

Tales Of Night

The tales of love, they never end,
The stories go on and on forever,
The characters roll on and off on each other,
Gasping, panting for each others love, they go on and off each other.

The thirst for passions, they never stop,
The lust grows on each other,
The thrill of entering your loved on doesn't fade,
It brings more love and romance in each other.

Of all the nights, this night my love creeps out,
Of all the days, this day my desires speak,
They have a voice and an outlet,
They have a distinct form of itself.

Of all the times, I've been with you,
Of all the talks we've had,
You seem different than usual,
You seem delicate than what you was.

Maybe lying naked,
on ruffled bedsheet,
On a winter night,
Is a magic in itself.

Maybe exploring each other naked,
On the darkest of nights,
Making love with deepest of passions,
Is a experience in itself.

Of all the flowers I've smelled,
Your flower brings ecstasy,
Of all the feelings I've felt,
Feeling you, is one of my deepest desires.

© Ashraf Shaikh