I remember the day we met
That day I certainly won't forget
It was at the famous Hyde Park
Midnight had fallen and everywhere was dark
My feet made no sound
As I silently cruised around
Then I saw you standing beside a tree
Like the gods planted you there for me
I walked up to you
At least somebody had to
Then very bravely I touched you there
And your reply was 'no not here'
We walked to secluded place
There we stood man to man, face to face
And started a wild passionate kiss
For me this was extreme bliss
From passionate kissing I entered you
And I heard you moan Ooooooooh.
After a while we both came
Passions dying like an unkindled flame
For some minutes we were in a silent mood
Then you spoke and pronounced my love making good
My name and number you then asked for
I told you my name is David Radfurr
In your diary you wrote my phone number
You promised not to forget but always remember
You introduced yourself as Abdul Azeez
Held my chin and gave me a kiss
And you said 'I will call you soon'
My only witness was the full moon.
Day and night I sit by the phone
Biting and chewing my fingers to the bone
Hoping and praying that you will ring
To fix a day for another fling
Azeez my heart aches for you in pain
Bismillah! Why can't we meet again?
If you come across this poem somewhere
In a book, magazine, or maybe anywhere
Just know that it's me
Feeling sad, bad and angry
As I sit here all alone
Anxiously waiting for you to phone.
Sunday, 21 May 2023
Abdul Azeez
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