Chumpa

Her scent exhumed of blessed progeny emanating in the flesh

Big brown eyelets and golden skin laced with passionate zest

Her nape a net catching lips lined with pink silken mesh

The way I saw her aura in that rosed lehenga dress

How do I escape dreaming of her smile with a long black tress?

It isn't wise to intertwine business with a life partner, marriage enough of a quest

How she could ever think she didn’t look pretty? in wonderment I must confess

The crowned throne seat of her body, those cheeks to caress

Forever indebted to the commander, even when grated through life’s test

Her eyes a mahogany forest full of flowers, crystal ponds, and all that is blessed

It’s from الله