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Nahdayn — Two Breasts
Trigger Warning: This poem contains erotic hints.
On my face, there are two breasts fair
One from lands of wine, the other wheat and air
One wild as Rambo, the other proud like a king
One from Northern Europe, the other from Lebanon’s spring
Between them, a battlefield of crusades once raged
But now, they blossom side by side, no longer caged
Two bosoms, each unique in its own right
Yet together, they create a wondrous sight
One from a land of grapes and fine wine
The other from fields of wheat, so pure and divine
One with madness that burns like a flame
The other with confidence, like a poet with fame
One from the North, where the air is crisp and cold
The other from the South, where the sun shines bold
Between them lies a world of beauty and grace
A world that’s filled with passion and an endless embrace
These two bosoms, they evoke my deepest desire
A burning flame that sets my heart on fire
Nahdayn, they call them, in Arabic tongue
Two breasts that will forever…
