Khadra And Karissa

Khadra, my sweet Khadra.
I first spotted her in a quiet corner near the Atrium at school.
Curvy, dark-skinned, decked out in a Hijab and long dress.
Studying her Legal Theory book.
The Studious Hijabi.

“Salaam, I am Karissa, do you know where the prayer space is ?”
I politely asked her,
knowing fully well where all the prayer spaces on campus were located.

“I’m Khadra, sister, I’ll show you,”
She says, flashing that heavenly smile,
And we shake hands,
And that’s how it started.

Khadra and I prayed together,
On that very first meeting,
And then we became friends,
Knowing fully well,
We were meant to be more.

How to describe it,
The passion of her kisses,
The taste of her lips,
Her hauntingly beautiful eyes,

Khadra O Sweet Khadra,
My fellow Muslim woman,
My fellow Hijabi,
My best friend,
My lover.

I want to fuck my best friend.
I want her to sit on my lap.
I want to suck her nipples.
I want to smack her ass.
I want to eat her pussy.

Khadra I want you to kiss me,
Khadra I want you to ride my face,
Khadra I want your face in my pussy,
Khadra I want your pussy on my face.

I want to hold your hand,
I want to kiss your hand,
I want to be with you always,
To the world at large,
We are just friends,
And that’s fine.

Khadra when you smile at me,
I forget the rules of our faith,
My heart soars with Joy,
For I know without a doubt,
Khadra you are mine.