When We Meet

You ask me how I want it to be?
What do I want you to do to me?
You don’t understand that I can only say it in action
As my words will barely describe it in a fraction

You want to read my mind
Know if you should be in front, or come from behind
You want to kiss me even before our hellos
Warm to the touch, you slip my hand a rose

No more hours between you and I
No telephone, No travelling, No barriers to defy
So close, so entwined, we will be heart on heart
Not a mile, not an inch, just a breath apart.

Through My Veins

Washing the inside of me
With the gush from every pulse
You spread a warm chill across my body
As you flow through my veins

In the fast current
You dance a slow dance
You tear me between time
With a glimpse you turn a minute into a second
And with a kiss that minute becomes an hour

I am addicted to that sweet red wine
Low on supply, I dread the withdrawal
I crave for an overdose that only you can give me
As you flow through my veins

A Teasing Fantasy

I’ve got a smile on my face

A silly thought that I chase

A fantasy in my mind I create

With it, my fears, I sedate

An illusion of a land better than Oz

With the humming of a tune that once was

A mere old memory of a child now grown

Instantly settles in my mind as if it were carved in stone

I hear the pitter-patter of my heart

A sweet blissful feeling that won’t part

A flash of happiness renewed with every blink

With my breaths, the waves of tranquillity are in sync

A dewdrop of passion hangs from my lip

From it, a Jay takes its morning sip

Then flies around my mind, teasing my sentiments

Encouraging them to go places they usually wouldn’t

So I’m STILL not married…

Can someone tell me is it really THAT bad that I’m 25 years old and still not married? Is it really THE next step after graduating and working? Is there still that ‘subconscious’ age limit in everyone’s heads that makes them ponder about the reasons why I still haven’t ‘settled down’?

This is the influence of the past still asserting itself onto the minds of the not so much older generation in arab countries. If there was a wedding or any public function where I’d bump into any of my mother’s friends or the mothers of my married friends, I’d get the not so subtle question of “Darling, you’re so beautiful…hasn’t Mr. Lucky come along yet?” or even the even more so subtle prayer “May Allah send you a husband that will treat you well…SOON” or how about this pity wish “If only I had another son! I would have married him to you!”

What on earth am I supposed to say back to that?!

- “uhm, Mr. Lucky? Well I’m still waiting” - WAITING????? AM I??!
- “Yes I hope Allah sends me a husband who treats me well too…” – lol I’m gonna be a cold sarcastic pessimist here and say: Yeah…where am I supposed to find one of those?!
- if only you had another son? Wow I must be extremely a sad pitiful case for her to go THAT far…

Previously, women in the arab world wouldn’t even finish school before getting married, then it was university…now I feel its at a stage where its between the ages of 18 and may reach up to 29…anything in the 30s means you’re in the danger zone and on the verge of spinsterhood.

I think its in every woman’s instinct to want to feel secure. Some women translate marriage as a means of security. Some a successful career, some a big closet of shoes and others reach a level of self love that is enough to satisfy her inner needs of being loved by another.

I sit with my young unmarried friends and sometimes I do travel into a trance, thinking about “him”. How tall is he gonna be? How handsome? How sweet? How religious? How easy going? How patient? How loving and compassionate? How supportive? Would he put the effort into the marriage? Would he satisfy me in every way?

My questions are all about him…how will he be with me…You might think “what a selfish woman! What about the poor soul?! Well…I just want to say, if I do marry a guy who answers those questions in the way I’d love them to be answered I would be a happy woman…I would put 100% into making him feel as happy with me as he makes me.

(Always easy to say and hard to do…but I would try :) )

Heart of Stone

Its morning now, have puffy eyes & a smile on my face

Yeah, it was great … got a delicious kiss last night

I’ve slept & woken up, still remember the taste

He put his hand in my hair, whispered “I missed you”

Skipping a beat my heart falls apart

Looked at me with soft eyes, it was as if he knew

He said it’s as if we were right at the start

Remembering moments that were so special to him

How he adored all the femininity I have

He said he’d kidnap me, wouldn’t mind living in sin

At least the pain of yearning would be halved

The sun is out, and on reality it shone

It’s hot outside, I tremble, cold to the bone

For this agony has made my heart a stone

Surrender to Temptation

Surrender to temptation

Surrender

Surrender

Let yourself go when passion pulls u in

Succumb to the call of desire again and again

Satisfy your yearning and cool the burning

Flush that heat out of your body; let the mayhem begin

Give up and persuade your sense to let the devil win

Break the written rules and do what is forbidden

Let judgment hold you back for just this one sin

Make your insides grin from within

Be foolish and daring; take yourself to that instant heaven

Go on – give in

Surrender

Surrender

Surrender to temptation