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 />27/1/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-the-love-musk/
