I'll be in bed with him tomorrow,

Thinking of you, my love, in deepest sorrow.

We agree, I cannot give you what I wish,

My hymen; But I can give you this.

Give me your hand, sweet Salman, close your eyes.

And ope them not for naught.

You'll hear some rustles as I undress for sport.

Tis done! Now, let me guide your hand to me

I've bared my breasts for you, now see!

Caress them now, imprint them on your palm.

Squeeze gently, pinch my nipple, tickle, charm.

My breast, I see, has brought your groin to life.

Alas, you'll have to save that for YOUR wife.

Though from this night, I'll be hid from your eyes,

I'll be your virgin when we meet in Paradise.