Shehrazade,
You gasped when I decided to call you by that name for you adore it.
Shehrazade,
When you speak, the whole room goes quiet. The murmurs and whispers that bounce off the room’s walls shatter at the strength of your presence The weight of your words pulls them down a into a never ending abyss that is as deep as your voice.
Shehrazade,
When I speak, you listen to me thoroughly. Your deep brown eyes eyes fixate on me like a snake to its charmer, like a hunter to his prey, and the angels in heaven sure do know that I am your prey.
Shehrazade,
Who am I to speak about angels and cherubs in heaven when the only angel I care about is a curly haired enigma of a man with deep brown eyes laying right across me in bed. How pitiful do I feel towards these people who disapprove of what we do, spending their zealous days slaving and suffering for a distant heaven they hope to get into when heaven is right here, in that space between us, Shehrazade and I. Sorrow is what i feel for those people working and waiting for the promised delights of heaven when I feel that same ecstasy here on earth when you make me yours.
Shehrazade,
You tilted your head, and shook it ever so slightly when I asked you why I chose that name for you. You stared at me eagerly with those deep brown eyes that pierce my very soul, with that same tantalized look you know makes me so weak.
Shehrazade,
A name that represents noble lineage, and goodness you sure do conquer like a sultan.
Shehrazade,
The name of that famous storyteller who took a thousand and one nights to mesmerize and captivate one of the most powerful men at the time.
Shehrazade,
That story teller may have taken a thousand and one nights; but with you, it just takes one.