I sweat despite the rosewater
That drenches the long swathes
Of finest silk from Nineveh
Which reek of musk and oriental
Spices and threaten to overpower
My already reeling senses.

He moves beside me to lick
The patch of moist that has formed
Between my pointed breasts
Lingering to drag his velvet tongue
Across the dark expanse of hard red
Nipple and up to my ripened lips.

Cinnamon lips hard against mine
A subtle infusion of incense and woodsmoke
Upon blue-black braided tresses
The jangle of purest gold from his ears
Kashmir sapphires glowing like fires
Against the midnight blackness of his face.

The fine-embroidered shift slides to earth
And as I run trembling fingers along the length
Of  hard smooth throbbing cock
The threat of my ruby lips upon it
Causing him to curse in tongues
I do not understand  – I wonder how
Such beauty came to be in such a man as this.

I take him between my lips and drink
With the thirst of a thousand deserts in my throat
Until I am sated and he is ready to take
My willing cunt to ride the cock of the finest
Arabic thoroughbred and guide me through
The darkened  labyrinth of erotic oblivion.

My face pressed to the hot earth he takes me hard
Dividing the gulf between pain and pleasure
I cry out and he slaps me with the flat of a bronzed palm
Upon the softness of firm rounded buttocks
Fingers claw the black earth and I spit out the anger
And ride with the pain until it hurts no more.

Rosewater raindrops drip from fevered skin
In diamond cut rivulets as he spreads my cunt lips
And lowers me upon his still-hard pulsing cock
Allowing me the pleasure of fucking him
With long slow strokes of hot and wet
And slippery crystal cum.

The fire is dead though the embers smoulder
And the smell of incense and woodsmoke
Permeate the stillness of hot night air
An animal cry from a far away place
Splits the silence into shattered glass
And the glow of sapphire is lost to the night.