Houri:

Fanning me to sleep
Fanning to awaken me
When all the noble folk of our company
Are bound together in sleeps wedlock
A breeze blowing between her thighs
Drifting the scent of her virgin pass
To bathe and slake me
In the unguent perfume of her body's incense pure
To rob the desert traveller of her swaddling heat
"The fever of the day does not touch me"
I whispered in the silent tongue
Shared by only she, my love, and i
Her sigh passed between the pillars of her teeth
Over the saddle of her tongue
She is flesh then not
She is the lonely breeze that passes
Over the face of the hunter
When the hawk is in sysygee with the moon...