Sounds very Simple to do,
To Kiss me Quick
But your Love must be True
And to catch me, is the Trick

When our lips do Meet
I know it will be such a Treat
For me as well as You
Nice and wet like the Morning Dew

Lips twisting and Turning
For more defiantly Yearning
And I'll probably want a Lot
Once I have Been Caught

Na Cama, O Beijo - 1892

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

المفاتيح التي لا تفتح الأبواب
هي المفاتيح التي تغلق الأبواب
والمفاتيح المشنوقة في السلاسل
لا تملك إلا دراما الرنين
لكن المفتاح الذي يموت في جيبي
يذكرني بأنه قد آن الوقت لكي أكون إمرأة عاقلة ، تسكن بيتا
بلا مفاتيح . . . . بلا أبواب

The keys that open doors
are the keys that close them,
and the keys strangled in chains
have nothing but the drama of tinkling.
But the key that dies in my pocket
reminds me it is time
that i became a reasonable woman
who lives in a house
without keys, without doors.

Keys –  Fatma Kandil