Shh..

The Waterloo  
Below Sea Level  
 
The threshold of infinity we stand    
Stolen moments bridged in a quiet romance  
Receptive emotions have no earthy reasons, no cosmic rhymes  
Our bodies we lay, ordained by the nobility of Allah's designs  
   
The soft whispers of a Queen to partake in the depth of his soul  
His rib of life, parted, unto her fornicated, her hand kissed by fables of old  
The softens to his pride, the bosom where his head rest, in his dream she once consoled  
In the nakedness of truth    
Our temples once drunk of its communion    
Scented in the mist of time, captured in alluring aroma of jasmine oils and myrrh  
   
The sanctuary where the sweetest wisp of passion carried us through  
The reverberation of thunder    
Immersing in the wisdom of my soft rainfalls ensued  
Capitulating heightened inclinations  
Our souls beautifully entwined  
Indulgent kisses upon my lips within the realm of celestial salvation  
   
Temples blessed in flowing grandeur; hearts lost in the sands of time  
Gentle touches, hushed whispers will journey us to the throne of passion’s destination  
Caving around the elongation of his soul    
Bathing in the passage of my silken jubilation  
   
The soft whispers of a Queen to partake in the depth of his soul    
His rib of life, parted, unto her fornicated, her hand kissed by fables of old    
The softens to his pride, the bosom where his head rest, in the mosque of his mind, she once consoled    
In the nakedness of truth      
We seek the pleasure in the coalition of love gravitational rebirth    
Our temples once drunk of its communion      
Scented in the mist of time, captured in alluring aroma of jasmine oils and myrrh    
   
The fruit of labored pants, the sensations overcoming    
In the hallow depth of Quantum Leap  
The opening of my honeyed crown, in remembrance you will always keep  
Your mind in solitude will always savor the taste of me upon the sweeten seep    
In your wet dreams before you awake  
May your temple tenderly fuse in the deep saturation of my esoteric gyrates  
 
 
The Queen Of The Waterloo