As we kissed in the alley way Lisa whispered "when do you want to marry me?" Now that was a thought . She asked me to marry her when I was trying to pray. But I didn't think about that until the gentle whisper.
" like right now Lisa habibi, or whenever as soon as possible!" I exclaimed. She pulled me closers to her, we almost lost our balance and she steady us with a hand on the wall we continued to make out.
"How soon," Lisa asked.
"Few days or weeks habibi girl."
"Let's elope in a few days," Lisa suggested. My heart swelled and fluttered at the worlds.
"What about family," I said
"They don't need to know right away," Lisa said.
We kissed as if we just meet and held each other close and tight. We soon slowly emerged from the alley and we made our way home. All the while we whispered sweet things in our ears. Lisa said that I washer lightning in her thunderstorm. And I know she meant. She was saying I was her beauty, but to me she is was my love from Allah.
This full figured miracle was hand picked for me, and me her. It was as if my prayers for the perfect woman was answered. After dealing with jack*ss and ret*rd after one another i found found my angel.
As we get back to the apartment we started to make out while watching the green mile, then found each other undressing myself. I put the movie on pause, and went in the bedroom.
"Bed or rug," Lisa mention
" you want me with just this oversized t shirt with no undies or nothing at all,"
" I like the t shirt only," Lisa said,
" you decide where we make love, Lisa Habibi." I say as we kiss. I tripped and fell on the rugger, not the prayer rug but the big Persian. My legs spread baring my womanhood. " I guess on here?" I laughed.
Lisa crouched and started to make love to my womanhood with her tounge deeply. I felt the heat of pure pleasure and do a bridge as she ate my womanhood and I moaned loadly. All the while I thought she didn't mind hairy parts.
" I like hairy vajjs," she said. Most people don't like hair on the womanhood but we do. "It tickles me as I eat you." I can tell she was of experience. The way she flicked her tounge and was gentle about it too. Lisa takes of my shirt and soon starts teasing and kissing my nipples, much like an ice cream cone. But more gentle.
"Habibi" I cried out...that is a term of endurment, habibi, woman, habib, man. And that I explain to her. She got it. Tahria habibi, she said in return.
Soon we hold each other, hands clasped as we fall asleep.
The next morning I write an love poem in English and Arabic and decorated it on PicsArt. Thank god she was at work so I can go an have it processed into a canvas. When I got home I put in on the couch right in front of the tv. I just hid in my officer/studio and read my Quran. I know she saw it, when she said, "what the f*ck that so sweet.,"
" thought I would surprise you."
" I love you," Lisa said kissing me
I could not help but notice the beauty and cuteness of her face. I like the way she looked but especially when kissing or making love to me.
"Can I put it above the bed." She said. "A rocker chick striaght out of the Arabian nights"
I read out the poem:
All that I asked
From Allah was the love from another
I tried to find one but
Allah blesses me with you
My miracle. At the end of the poem I was in tears of joy.