Honeypot

How would a king feel if precious stones did not love to rest upon his skin?

Putting them away nicely - he’d be so joyous of the jewels that lay within

Angels of the milky way come in droves to spread their silk wings beneath our hips

Thirst quenched from rosed rubies of her mouth, I fell and caught a few pink sips

Diving into the heart of her femininity, an oyster in paradise gently opened her lips

Swimming deeper into the bay of compassion - I firmly anchored all of my ships

How else can I tell you everything without telling you anything?

A hundred full moons under a dim lamp, the light and Love of God grips

Gem necklaces drip from heaven's ocean gently, pearl after pearl slips…

It’s from الله