come! you, i invite inside my genie bottle
away from the tiresome.
allow me to pour you a bowl of green tchai
as you relax into the soft, velvet pillows.
drift into the essence of my words
and join me in a world that only we hear.
our voices ignite the physical
into a ring of fire. the flames caress
our loins in seduction yet all the while
search for the exact position of our souls.
"i have found hers," they say and "i his."
"now listen as we open them as you may just
hear her silks brush his leg as she kneels
as always, for â™ Sahib
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova