I first saw on you on the bus,
tall, curvy and tranquil lady,
clad in hijab and long dress,
reading "Fortress of the Muslim."
Like a moth to the flame,
I was drawn to you.
I am a unicorn.
A Haitian Muslim man.
Imagine my surprise,
when I saw you on my university campus,
pushing a cleaning cart.
You, the woman whom I thought of as a black Muslim queen.
Drawn by your curves,
your soulful dark eyes,
your enchanting smile,
and your big round butt,
I approached you.
As Salam Alaikum,
My sister in Islam.
I am a college man.
You are a decade older than me,
at the very least.
Yet if I could,
I'd make you my queen.
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold you in my arms,
I want to kiss you.
I want to pray with you.
I want to go to masjid with you.
I want to go to bed with you.
You haunt my dreams.
Your words echo in my mind.
Your smile enchants me.
I want you.
I need you.
My Somali MILF Goddess.
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