She plays a mystic & speaks in secrets,
hypnotizes men with her sensuous-gait,
musk floats in strong streams behind her.

Her mouth tastes like succulent dates
ripened under the Damascene sun,
her ******* are perfect orbs
formed by the hands of the gods,
the curvature of her buttocks sways
like elusive cobras, her bite
can poison the soul of the weak ones
& in her hair lies fresh flowers.

I pray for her fervently
night & day
to come take me away
on a magic-carpet ride,
across an ocean of stars
twinkling in the glorious
infinite heavens above.