Woman in front of mirror

Walid Mahdi
2011 / 10 / 27

The first sight

When I signed my eyes out first time there .. for west across the ocean ..
I see her as one of the queens in the land of Maya ..

She was if walking .. the swans fly over her , so the deers , being a stream flowing follow her ..

I smiled when she smiles, and my heart stopped when see again do silent stares in her mirror and wonders :

Is there in this world who deserves my love..??
Is there in this world deserves to be thinking about him all day ..?




Latino Flavor

Was not an ordinary woman , She do not give rise the desire to bearing only, She was push me to imagine myself as a white cloud flying over her , make shadow going wherever she go and replaced ..

Flowers twigs dance when it see her going as a music melody..

Composed femininity that these eyes making , glare rays like "Dawn" by the hair which is surrounds my old days , these locks traveling me through time like a dream ..

This hang hair a dripping wine I crave for its Flavor, as long as drink in my dreams..!


Natural Royal configuration

She loved taking pictures a lot..
Many of those images were not express the ego , but it may reflects a loss ..!
Yes, she was frivolous attractions ..
She was puzzled at what is characteristic of her femininity?

Is it the magical eyes which flowing waterfall profusely with tenderness and beauty ..?

Or is it the black hair wrapped around the planet in search of best beautiful Gardenia flower decorated so ?

Or is it the beautiful legs like two of the fugitive reindeer towards the highest mountains.. ??

Or other things that melt men heart , even if it steel...??





Mirror of depth

was puzzled to see herself in front of the mirror, often occur talking herself about the real secret which make she a woman :

is there on this world who can infiltrate to her sense , the one who knows how she can think even without asking ..!

One who can recite the same words in her mind , when he behold her eyes as he read newspaper ..!

who perceives pain when she sense it , without show of which suggests painful ..
Who knows when she rejoices in her depths , even before she make a smile ..
Who knows how to make her joy .. fly , when see him !

But, is this man arrive one days riding a cloud of destiny..?


Happiness man

The maximum that can be experienced by a woman in this world, is the day that recognizes nothing deserves to be adored insanely,

Nothing worthy of a look in the mirror long as her face and her body ..

But, there are many..(like my sweetie ) .. Remain with hope that day will come brought the happiness man ..

For this , she looking at the faces of people whom " may " understand her without she speaking ..!

She Looking for the beloved who will dissolves with her blood to reach her heart ..

I thought she may be more than once thinking found him ..

Perhaps she was also , more than once , thinking she bungled the selection ..

But she always remain in the eagerness to be there a shadow for her heart, Something s warm for her femininity to be as robe protected , the knight who protects the princess ..

Is he coming one day ?

I don’t know …


Queens Goddess


When I watching the femininity flood flowing from this beautiful body, that impulsive heart...

All of this beauty that seems to shout, Loud when exposed..
I see her tenderness which encircles all that is related to the life..
I see how caressed her child, how to apply makeup in front of her mirror ..
how to pour the water for flowers .. and feed the dog and cat ..
every things say she is a " Queens Goddess "

when she do smile in the face of who watching her eyes .. And how to see with sleepy eyes , how to talk with vanity voice...

She does not realize that they belong to the Great Goddess world... Inanna , Astarte , Venus and Aphrodite ..

Although she is living her life as Queen ..

But with a large bottle of beer, she aware herself as one of the ancient goddess ..

With a glass of red wine .. Review in the crown of kingship , where give up side , to remove her princesses clothes, remains free abstract .. As they are goddess of heavens ..






Red wine Mug


Nothing of my beloved kill me Only to see her take red wine Cup..!

This magical liquid , I cannot separated it from her lips Flavor ..!

nothing burring me except that I see her wriggle such as smooth snake ready to bites ..

like a wild cat .. Revealed red tentacles to be extracted my heart from the middle of ribs ..

No laws can prevent her from doing anything , She is the law ..

Venus is the goddess that decided one day blowing love in women and men hearts..

So the day is scheduled to present my heart sacrificed on her altar..

That dripped blood, united with red wine on her lips ..


Woman in Passion ..!


My " Venus " not live without "passion" ..

She see that " passion" a basis of life, when she love .. she should be love passingly and madly

Even kisses , So sex , have no value unless they involve the eagerness and a strong desire , be wild and burning like hot coals at heart ..

She love absolute dissolve of "passion" , more than "love" itself , and sometimes I feel she like to be in hurtful passion more than in free quiet mind ..!
She can t find life value unless her day will be "revolution" ..

She Doesn t find fun in the sea pacific waves even move confusedly , and rising waters challenges the sky ..

My beloved may find me not suited to what she experienced of passion , except when I burst as the volcano , until agitate her sentiment and blow up the tears from her eyes .. when see me fall !!

What a female how much love the passion ..!


When be merciful..!?


My beloved give up the throne of her highly Majesty when she See me burned ..

Give up her force scepter when she know that I glowed enough , thirst enough for her femininity ..

When she know that my heart would be molten copper , my depths exudes an aura of fire love as sweat , only at this moment could leave her sacred glass ..
Then to Sipping the fire from my skin pores ..

However, nothing in this world Extinguish the flames of my heart ..So is she .. ~




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