Islamic erotica?
OP - July 17, 2016, 06:52 PM
So I just wanted to share something I wrote during Ramadan for a Woman that was in my life at the time.
This isn't so much erotic as others that I have written I thought I'd start dry lol. Still I apologise sincerely if I hurt anyone's feelings or boundaries.
Anyways feel free to share your own creative writing!!
The 1st week of Ramadan
The time had come for discipline. The time for abstinence. The time for restraint. Indeed the time of fasting is upon us!
The responsibility had shook him. He felt helpless. Not just from the hunger or the physical thirst. But also from the emotional drought. Water could quench his parched throat, but it would not hydrate his desires.
For She was His desire.
He was reminded and required to follow God's teachings and fight his urges. To be in remembrance of God. And indeed he tried. He strived ever so hard. Like when Hagar committed her own sa’ee to quench her infant son's thirst.
But he could not travel to any physical place, any vast vistas or distant dunes to reach the zamzam zenith. There was no well of salvation. There was no salvation for him. No ocean to dive into, to drown his feelings. To suffocate his urges.
She was the younger of the two; Juliet? He felt some sort of elder brotherly, even Fatherly love.
Yes, a puzzling complexion of emotions. When does lust become love and vice versa? Are the lines blurred or is it a straight line?
How could he desire and lust, yet still wish to hold her close to his bosom like one would to their own child?
His loving lolita. A serene stranger; yet familar friend.
He had barely known her and perhaps he would only be but a blip in her life's radar. Regardless her cosmic compass had directed Her towards Him; for now at least.
A ravishing Ramadan gave way to a jubilant July at last! The heat of the summer still alive.
He wished to do everything with her. Have picnics, go to the movies, perform every corny movie cliché; for there was so much to learn about her! And there was so much to tell.
He regretted that they could not share the burden. Fast and feast with her. Feast on her. Wake in the morning besides her and prepare breakfast for her. Be a shoulder for her, a rope, a garment; a Man. Wipe her tears of guilt and replace it with the goodness of life.
If he could teach her to be happy with her feelings that would be enough. He wanted all of it. Every banal moment. Every hardship. And every joy.
The month had indeed been hard for her. And indeed whenever he lusted at the thought of her he hardened, South of Heaven. But his heart was soft. And it grew softer still after hearing her voice. He had no ill intent left.
He craved her voice, her touch, her affection. He wanted the lengthy conversations till suhoor, he wanted to tempt her then show her the righteous path. He wished to be the Jinn and the Angel. For she possessed him like a demon. Entrapped in his mind. And nothing could sate his hunger, quench his thirst quite like Her physical presence.
A dangerous passion. For someone so new... should he slow down? Should he practice self-restraint or did the roller coaster already descend?
Was there a cure for this connection?
There were more questions than answers. And he intended to find every single resolution with her.
The month of God's remembrance had started, but only She was in his remembrance
Topic: Islamic erotica?