To believe me and I do not fear that you will lie to me – Poet Al-Buhturi

to believe me, and I fear that you will deceive me,
what do you meditate, or hope for hope
Have you not tried them, she is orchestrated,
have long since passed, rope snag
If you spread lust over others like her
Enjoy a fail safe
And what good is hoped for when a prostitute
relapses from the anus;
It is not acceptable when embracing, Nor
Her cheek is praised at the hour of kissing
management of creation from occasion to palace,
As if it had been rolled into the soles of a camel
By the sustenance of my family, you fulfill the right of her visitation,
God is you, you went too far in spinning