SHE is known to me in the middle of
      the night,
My most familiar figure blossoming
      over heart and soul--
The slender-tall ethereal figure with soft
      hands holding in holy light
Her small *******, softly on me yet to
      caress along, and cajole
Me in infinite sensual energy and desire
       to gratify,  but to console;
SHE is beyond what in words to express,
       what you usually perceive;
SHE carries me gently over all desire
        passing and carnal,
To draw me safe and sound, for SHE
        would never deceive
All the way till Ultimate Joy in being
        abysmal
In the wilderness that is the One, true
         and actual!

                                         -by
                               Hakim Kassim.
                             (-d. April 15, 2025)