Rahadlakum

Ladies, shall we begin service?

What shall be the subject

Of our erotic discourse?

Shall we discuss the nature of virtue?

Think, ladies, cogitate!

Sharpen up the edges of your wit!

Virtue is the purest lily

Allah ever grew

Virtue is the spotless fruit

Upon the tree of character

Virtue is its own reward

Virtue is the pathway to paradise

Virtue is the road from doom

Virtue is the foe of depracity

Barricade to Hell's dark cavity

Virtue is the nectar celestial

Virtue is divine perfume

Virtue is the gods' own ambrosia

Virtue is-

Rahadlakum!

Ah!

Rahadlakum!

Rahadlakum?

Rahadlakum!

On days when my lord groweth restless

And bored with his sword and his plume

This handmaiden hath what he needeth

And what doth he need?

Rahadlakum!

On days when my lord groweth listless

And black is the hue of his gloom

His handmaiden hath what he lacketh

And what doth he lack?

Rahadlakum!

'Tis sweet with the meat of the lichinut

Combined with the Kumquat rind

The kind of confection

To drive a man out of his

Mesopotamian mind!

And lo, if my lord feeleth faithless

And roameth by night from his room

His handmaiden fanneth her fires

And out her the pan riseth

A tantalizing perfume

He scenteth the scent

He turneth his face

His previous place in her embrace

He doth resume!

And love is in bloom

The while they consume

Raha... (Raha... ) (Raha... )

Rahadlakum!