Habibti.

Habibti,

Where are you, I’ve been thinking a lot. Truth is, I cannot stop thinking about. You coming to me like that… Your scent, and those eyes, can never stop reminiscing how shades of green capture light. You and that perfume, bergamot and fruit under city night. I can still taste you on my tongue and in my throat. You feel so safe, ma. I share things in the dark with you, I share things while caressing all the innocent parts of you. Your skin, warm pink, petal silk.

You know, I’ve been dreaming a lot, listening to Amir Eid, Law Kan. I lose myself in spaces making me want to disappear inside, and me praying all the time, then I see you while praying at night. You’re naked and walking to me, your thighs calling to me, In shaa Allah. That point on your curve making me tipsy inside… Sometimes ideas, women take me to bad places at times, and here I am, mami, only wishing to corrupt you in all those places I find. My thoughts drift away, taking over me, making me grab me at my thickest part, positioning you between my hips with your legs and thighs cascading my lines, and your fingertips tracing my heart. Then you give into me, melt into my bottom lip once my lips touch yours. Soft and magic, and I don’t want us to end. Tell me, does me overpowering you make you feel me deep within.

Do I have a space in only you to take care of you, ma? I only want to slide into the warmest parts of you. Though I get lost in many places a time or two, I promise always to be thinking and praying about the soul of you.

Why do I feel you in my every thought, sweetheart. I want to hold you and touch you in a way that makes you smile, ma. When can I see you, ma. Or, will I have to remain lost.

Forever yours,
A.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.