TEACHERS DAY
(For My Respected Teacher: Prof. Dr. Muhammad Riaz Gohar)
Your soft skin, a canvas for my eyes, Each curve, each touch, brings gentle sig…
Racing up the hill of lust, Chasing passion, chasing trust. The air is rare, th…
In the quiet hours of the night, When stars alone are burning bright, A whisper…
The first sweet touch, the trembling glance, A heart caught in its purest dance…
Oh, my dearest, my heart’s true mate, In passion’s flame, we meet our fate. Two…
One of the hardest things to bear, Is knowing that you're no longer there. …
In quiet moments, I whisper her name, A lover's prayer, soft, yet aflame. I…
Love is like a blooming rose, Soft petals kissed by dawn’s first light. Its fra…
Next to my skin, her pearls rest warm, A gift she bids me wear till night. At d…
I like my body when it’s near yours, So new, so raw, so full of fire. Each musc…
Carnal apple, ripened flame, Woman of secrets, burning with the moon's sa…
Beneath my hands, your small breasts rise, tender and still, like the belli…
Naked, she lay, soft in my longing arms, Her breath a melody, her body full o…
Language is not merely a tool for communication; it is a profound expression …
Professional Attitude in the Workplace: A Key to Success in Pakistan In tod…
Sugar’s silent grip, Veins under siege, Every step, a weight, In a world …