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Ramadan


Snuck' ems I love how you suck the saliva out of me and leave me thirsty for our long nights nights when you get me on all fours over 20 times calling repeatedly for gods mercy as I pray in joyful pain for your never ending love you offer yourself to other men women heck even children but I don't care this affair just means you're good enough to share with everybody a beautiful roller coaster of passion the heart and body must ride looping around the holes of love to quickly cleanse the soul of impurities The greatest words I could gift to you wrapped in the three words kryptonite for the tongue of most men but I strive for exceptional way more than super My Heart Screams for you Ramadan! The Islamic month fasting my baby I love you! and I apologize for cheating sneaking to bathrooms to sip on sinister water poisoning our relationship young, I couldn't stomach the initial struggles the cold rocky road compelling me to switch my commitment to you with ice cream but not anymore chewing on chicken is for chickens sipping on soda is for suckas I'd rather shout out bagful of groceries from my sinful lips give my vomit to you as a peace offering Alhamdulillah I'm blessed starting at 5 A.M I prepare for our rendezvous under the palm trees in anticipation of our late night dates mornings spent searching soulful scripts of the Quran to serenade your presence with godly words in the afternoon you encompass my thoughts leading my daily decisions in several different directions that are always right then evening arrives despite no food or water you quench my thirst by pouring knowledge into my brain and only made me hungry to repeat the same cycle Mashallah I'm blessed The greatest lesson in my solitude was your company you taught me a new dialect 1.6 billion grumbling Muslims stomachs communicate the message of unity sympathizing with the million starving bellies only fluent in hunger the universal language of deprivation forgotten by those deaf from privilege but the pain of malnourishment needs no words my actions are the ears acknowledging the emaciated someone needs to listen and you made me that someone Subhanallah I'm blessed at times I've wanted you forever yet you're such a tease we flirt a month every year and my heart is never pleased thus, I shall completely devote myself to Islam in order to marry the person you make me and you may think my interest are selfish but I'm just asking for you to place me on my knees tonight and in the morning, then in the afternoon shoot I would say right here, right now, but passion is better practiced in private places
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