BIG LEGGED WOMAN-a poem

Stunningly beautiful, big legged, full figured lady-

Hips, lips and thighs remind me of a Queen of old, Kush-

Classified as so called 'plus size',

you are clearly supple, multiplication-

you multiply my fantasies by the thousands-

I fantasize about serving you in a thousand ways-

I tease, taste and touch you-

I listen and talk, learn and teach-

I am fascinated by your voluptuousness-

Finger traces your round, feminine curves and-

Tongue travels your many hills and valleys-

They try to label and lessen you in every way-

I know the truth of your existence though-

Don't watch your weight, I'll watch it all for you-

I'll be your exercise regime for the day and night, Baby-

Let them pass you on by, a real man won't-

A real man would appreciate and would not be intimidated-

Let me show you how I'd take all of that out on the town-

Show the world your brilliance and they will be humbled-

They thought only small women had the right to smile-

Let's prove them wrong. I'll take your hand then let it go-

I'll sit back and watch you dance for me-

I am humbled and hypnotized by how you rock that dress-

You stunningly beautiful, big legged, full figured lady-



More cushion for the push'n by, Jalil- Keep it thick...

WHAT I MEANT TO SAY

Let's just say I care for you how a man cares for his friends-
I'll stand by you through ups and downs, from the beginnings to bitter ends-

What I meant to say is that I love you and I'll be there when you need me-
I'd give my right arm in your stead, I'll die for you, if need be-

Let's just say you are my girl. Yeah, come tell me about your day-
I promise not to interject, I'll listen to what you say-

What I meant to say is I adore you and I want to ease your pain-
I'll hang on each and every word and shield you from the rain-

Let's just say you can rely on me when no one else is near-
I'll let you lean upon me, friend, until the pain's not there-

What I meant to say.... What I meant to say is I need you, maybe more than you can see-
and given half the chance, my love, I'd ask you to marry me.... That's what I meant to say.... I love you, I adore you, and I need you.....



Something meaningful, by Jalil... I mean what I say...

MAKE LOVE TO YOU

Come here, Baby, sit your purse down on the floor-
Let me slip you out your jacket. Let your hard day be no more-

Now sit down, Baby, take your shoes off and lay down-
I'll massage your feet, Baby. After that please turn around-

Let me get that back, Baby. Let me rub away your stress-
Enjoy each stroke of my fingers, Baby, enjoy each soft caress-

Now get out of your clothes, Baby. I ran you a hot bath-
If you look down at the floor, Baby, rose petals mark the path-

Lean back in the water, Baby, smell the oils and feel the heat-
Let my hands massage you further Baby, your neck, your arms and feet-

Step out of the water, Baby and step into your gown-
Now let me brush your hair for you then lay your body down-

Your eyes are getting heavy but rest assured it's true that even though there was no sex, I just made love to you...........




Something for the hard working woman by Jalil

Thanx for giving it a read. Comment if you wish. Ma Salaam.

IT'S THE ODDEST THING

It's the oddest thing, you and I have never met before-
yet seeing you here has shaken me, to the very core-

I know that we could have never felt each other in love's embrace-
but something stirred inside of me, the moment I saw your face-

It's the oddest thing, my ancient love, how you speak right to my heart
though we have spent two very different lives, living far apart-

I cannot help but recognize your every word and every action-
this thing I feel is much more, Dear, than just a TAGGED attraction-

In fact, my heart does know you, though we've only now just met-
It's as though your soul is the one thing that my soul would not forget-

And yes, we've only drawn the first light curve of love's vignette-
It's the oddest thing that we've never been in love, at least not yet...

It's the oddest thing....


Just something I was inspired to write, by Jalil

Thanx for reading.

HAVE

Have I ever just crossed your mind while you were thinking about something that had nothing to do with me but the thought of me still brought you joy?

Have you heard my voice as clear as day, in your mind, over a multitude of voices and other sounds around you and my voice still brought you peace?

Have you ever tasted a phantom kiss that I planted from far away but you felt the deep slowness of it still and my kiss still brought you bliss?

Have you felt my fingers caress your body through the layers of your clothes only to find that you are alone but my touch still brought you passion?

Have you heard my laughter in your ears while you laugh alone, at something that tickled you deep down inside and my laughter still brought you light?

Have you felt the warmth of my arms holding you in a cold, still room while you think of moments we've shared and my arms still brought you security?

If you have answered yes to any of these, know that those were not imagined sensations... I reach out to you even now with pure love and I pray, Dear, that it all reaches you and brings beauty to your day, Ameen.





Just a thought by, Jalil al-Hamza

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BABY, PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON

Baby, put your clothes on, you know not what you do-
You give it up for free, dear and they do not care for you-
They come and view your pics for free and leave their filth below-
If you were fully clothed, my Dear, they'd not stop by, you know?

I see your thighs, please cover them and let me earn my rights-
The right to see and touch them, Dear, should be your shining knight's-

Please put your clothes on, Baby, let no one see your treasure-
You seek the words of dog like men and it is they you pleasure-
I do not want your anger, just your heart and ear will do-
I swear I'm only dropping jewels of pride, that shine for you-


So put your clothes on, Baby and claim your rightful place-
Leave all the men and boys with dreams of your sweet, lovely face...


Please, don't take this the wrong way as I am only telling you all (and you know who you are) the truth. I'm not preaching or judging because how you do your thing is up to you but if you want to find a good man, throw a good image out to him.

Thanx for reading, -Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

THE LOVE WE SHARE

The love we share is legendary, almost scary, the way we communicate with no words and when we speak, I play the role of your subconscious and you play mine.

The love we share is extraordinary. The capacity we have for passion, if made into physical mass, would stack a thousand mountains high and leave the world in awe.

The love we share is dumbfounding for if made into light and sent into the sky, all would cease their actions to look upwards at the spectacle that is our devotion.

The love we share is absolute. Had our love been established in the time of Moses at Mt. Sinai, our love could very well be the 11th commandment. Thou shalt love one another for all time....

The love we share is true... One can deny the truth many times over but that does not make it untrue....


Something concerning love by Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

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WANTING

Feeling you from what seems like a million miles-

A feather light touch on the nape of my neck but I turn to find only a phantom you-

Dreaming you closer into my waiting and wanting arms-

You complete my every fantasy and I strive to live each one out-

While we were both besieged by ice for as far as the eye could see, it was your daily dose of undying warmth that saw me through those cold days-

In my dreams, you were there. I was your rhythmic toy and you were my willing concubine. Together we created such works-

Wanting badly for you to be the one I label 'my back bone' and 'my everything' -

Wanting badly for this flat,digital wall to be no more-

Wanting, wishing, waiting, dreaming for you, Queen-

NASSENI BEK

Nasseni Bek... I forgot myself with you...-

I thought that you actually walked out of my dreams, that day-

In my dreams you sat by the Nile, brown, beautiful and regal-

I come and sit near you, tenderly. I then take your hand-

Your hand felt as if you bathed in Shea and milk-

I take it up, slowly and place it upon my face-

The hands of a nurturer,... a Queen. I was instantly humbled-

In the presence of a Sultana... I saw you there in the Sun-

Your skin glistening like the noon sun glinted surface of Lake Nubia-

You somehow, suddenly became the Nile River itself-

Churning, beautiful and slow, I drank from you, Beloved-

My thirst quenched, I held you and felt your many curves-

I held you like the banks of the great Nile holds it's waters, only temporarily-

Nasseni Bek... I forgot myself with you-


Dreaming.... Jalil Amir al-Hamza

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Comment, if your mind swims the Nile.

TAKE ME OFF THE MARKET: a poem concerning online social sites, the confusion they cause and love

You say your sick of seeing love from women I don't know-
You say you cannot stand reading the comments down below-
You tell me that the pic comments are getting too extreme-
You swear that I'm the man that all the women often dream-

So take me off the market Baby, don't just be my girl-
Take me off the market and become my covered pearl-
Don't tell me what you do not like, unless you have a plan-
Take me off the market, I don't need another fan-

You huff and puff about the way the women smile and greet-
You throw your weight around a bit when they start being sweet-
You tell me that the women here, they only want my sex-
You tell me, it's my words right now, but it's my body next-

So take me off the market, go and get your finger sized-
Take me off the market or have you not realized-
that all the women want to be with me because I'm free?-
So take me off the market, stop the games and marry me-

Thanx for reading, comment if you want the market closed for business...
By,Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

SABR

The seas of life are deep, my love, vast and full of life-
The currents may just give you joy or bring you into strife-
The one thing that I know for sure is fate is not our own-
It may be fate to love and live or end this life alone-

But Sabr, Queen I ask of thee. Please wait and see it through-
I know, we live in troubled times, it's much I ask of you-
but please know that my heart and soul are both needing you-
So Sabr, love, please practice it and we'll see dreams come true-

We talk and dream and it may seem as if we have but smoke-
You fear the worst, of growing old and promises we broke-
but my fear, my lovely Dear, belongs to God alone-
My love is strong, my love for you I will declare in stone-

So Sabr, Queen, we need it now, more than food or drink-
I move towards you with love that's true, despite what you may think-
Sabr is what makes us grow and never shrink away-
I ask you to be patient Love, let Allah lead the way-


Let us all have Sabr in all that we strive for, Ameen.

By Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza
From bitter patience, comes sweet success....

SHIT

Shit,... there she is again, the woman of my dreams... I toss and turn with her phantom form in my arms and her charms are rhythmic in nature. A belly dancer's hips and lips that could animate Nefertiti's bust, for it will turn away in jealousy... And jealously I'd hold her...

Shit,... She's looking this way, isn't she and isn't HE the man she's with, the one that ignores her, as if she was the pith and the others are the petals of a flower that sours his mood and makes him cold like forsaken food on the table of a man that takes gifts for granted? I could be her gravity and she my planet, my earth mother... Can you believe the nerve of this blind brother?

Shit,... She's walking away from him and towards me, with the grace of a lioness, the face of cool composure and I'm left, bereft of any composer at all, and with each foot fall, my 'mojo' depletes and my heart skips it's beats, and I find myself suddenly standing to greet a Queen in her approach, I am her humble, no,... her HUMBLED servant....

Shit,... she parts her perfected lips to speak, I am weak and floored, my heart, it soared up and away because this could very well be the day that my every dream comes true... And in a honey dew whisper she states, "I want you... I want you..." I was hers without thinking, just feeling, while peeling my cowardice away, I say, in a calm, cool voice, "You had me long ago... Shit..."

By, Jalil... slam that...