The unworthiness of the word br In display when it is mixed br The scent it says when it touches br The skin from behind the soft br Curves where the cross hangs br Heavens are between the cleave br The aroma that I leave on you br You say I bite my arm more often br But the scent of my presence br Leaves you not and friends wonder br The shine in your eyes show br You have stolen a bite on your neck br Or let us smell her bosom for his musk br 2712009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br