Mecca and the soul brotha

If I were born a princely Arab man and  
lived kingly like a wealthy sultan            
I would only need three things    
they are my life's enhancements    
wherever I journey they would tarry also    
give me the dopest Black Queens  
with warm moist chocolately thighs  
to nestle and cocoon in until sunrise    
soup-cooler lips, nose and tongue rings  
and beautiful variations of Asiatic eyes            
a train cabin filled with live lascivious treats            
the delicious juicy tasting kinds I love to eat            
the blissful sounds they make as they cum alive            
I was a light flood, they were tsunami three-peats            
my lungs filled with sweet n tangy tastiness            
their bright eyes sparkling crystalline surprise            
my only sustenance from which I'd have to rely            
to nourish and thrive till Mecca draws nigh            
           
Mecca and the Soul Brotha