On moonlit nights
I walk barefoot
on the raw floor of my rooftop
dust particles stick to my feet
and the sound of my pazaib
rhymes with my throbbing heart
on my moist skin
your soft touches
the knots of my blouse
tied too tight
your fingers race
to loosen them
and you breathe
your desires on my neck
in your hurried breaths
you say my name
like a holy prayer
and I ask you
if this worship
will forever
remain a secret.
- Secret love affairs on rooftops By Madiha Shams Khan
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