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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