from the sweet arms of the Fulfiller Of All Wishes, graceful upon the
eastern balcony the beloved of my heart's desire and I are soothed by the
euphonious harmony of the night. Where Happiness to its utmost Bliss
spreads, we sit most blessed in our high lustrous bower. Beneath the
teeming canopied embroidery of Heavens' luminous hues, on a couch we
recline. I pull on a white abeyeah, and Fawzeah puts on an extremely
simple decolleté Kaftan twined with bouquets of tiny forget-me-nots; her
purfled scarf, of delicate-coloured woofs and shifting tones, over her
left shoulder falls. Her hair, ornamented with pearls, hangs down her back
to her waist, concealing her marble shoulders in its hyacinthine flow.
Almond-shaped and languishingly hazel are her eyes; vermeil blossoms of
the pomegranate will lose in comparison with the blushes that on her
cheeks bloom. Beneath their sinuous veil her glowing lips heighten her
beams of calm moonlight sail over the ageless and joyous glory of meadows
and wooded hills; more wondrous than any man could ever tell. Lustrous
white-mirrors flicker on a placid Orontes and come quiet to our eyes in a
silvery view. O! So sweet are the descants that mingle from afar.
when through looking our hearts can no longer endure to look at that
exotic drapery of dance and song, the flare of the eye reveals the deepest
wish; it is the force that captivates all of the soul, and we groan as
ones to desire have given in. Enthroned on the dais of sang-froid, we sink
into velvet ensconced in the glow of Wadd's sweet moonlight beams, the
very picture of lovers' content. Strangers to pain and woe, devoted to
delight and the glittering joys of youth, our hearts know no separate
who carry with us Adam and Eve's flesh, in the posture of courtship
stretch upon a divan of softest down on a canopied bed of pure jewelled
gold, by the large window framed. Along the sill, a fine finger of soft
silvery ray wavers and glows. Fully aware where we are and whence we came,
we are an unruffled song of pure content before His Throne of Glory
Supreme. Idly we lie in the tenderness of our kindred arms, and swim in
each other's eyes in search of some warmer delight. Our bodies sanctified
and glorious, clothe our souls once more with the ardour of the flesh.
Mortal shapes induced with love and life and light. Two lovely souls
formed to be blessed and bless, cradles of young thoughts and of wingless
pleasures. Too happy we are, our joys sought extinguishes all sense and
thought of regret.
as the quick throbs in our veins grow, our heads become fevered and our
hearts beat as one; our faculties and affections tuned, celebrate our
devotion to pleasure. Both wordless; she, my sweet, is sybaritic and vast,
and I, her man, epicurean and consummate. O sweetest love, who wraps me in
her smile, how impassioned is the music of your sighs in my ears!
the gentle breeze whiffs the green gossamer-like shades, in rose and
orange blossom entwined, leaflike shadows over our so perfect torsos move.
As the shadows and curves of our bodies in repose give in to the urge, the
heartbeat and breath draw us this close; closer still, together we curl up
this high upon the dais of Bliss. Like notes of music formed for one
another without discord, we turn here and there to some happy tune in our
heads to take in the light. Enveloped by the timeless music of flesh, each
stroke and caress precisely in place lay. Oh! how tenderly flames of love,
so living, in warm torrents rush down face and chest. Now that she is
embraced by the warmth of Love's pleasurable fires, and somehow still by
mine; how can we tell which is hers and which is mine? Though Love and Joy
composed her smiling soul, true lasciviousness holds sway over her mind.
Her aroused bosoms heaving, Fawzeah's warm breath light sighs: 'Ah Yusuf!
Let me hear that fervent groan. Let me feel that hot breath here and there
to spread in my yearning body everywhere.'
my fluttering heart, with keen fingers, with gaping eyes, with my bared
body with my lips for our sweet encounter I tear the Kaftan, and behold
her panting breasts; these pert, erect nipples of rose-pink. My eyes drink
up their passionate call as I tremble before their roundness to sink my
hands down her sides and draw the circle of her gasp. Feeding, grazing on,
my lips stray lower where the pleasant fountain lies. I feel the reach of
her limbs cling and cleave to me as vines going eagerly up; they wrap my
passion with their passion; my pleasure is one with theirs; her thrills
are rapt in mine.
night, its grandeur and splendour that encloses us, are surpassed in gift
by the flesh which is strengthened to make ready for whatever gives us
joy; the more pleasing is the relish of flesh bestowed upon us since it is
perfected. O so great the spoils of Love I get and give!
fearless urge in our loins slowly settling into tranquil hush, on our
backs we lie and share a whispered smile. Now, our minds are far wandering
from the naked flesh and less caught up in the network of its engrossing
thought. And after the right words and gestures pass round, a soft squeeze
of the hand and attentive we loll dreaming with contented eyes, lazily
glancing all about. My dear maid lies as sweet as a muskrose upon my arm.
All our limbs are rested, ours eyes softly close; we are lulled the night
to be at the beckon and of call of the dreaming lovers.