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 depravity
 A barricade to Hell's dark cavity
 Virtue is the nectar celestial
 Virtue is divine perfume
 Virtue is the gods' own ambrosia!
 Virtue is...
 Rahadlakum!
 Rahadlakum!
 Rahadlakum?
 Rahadlakum!!!
 On days when my lord groweth restless
 And bored with his sword and his plume...
 His handmaiden hath what he needeth,
 And what doth he need?—
 Rahadlakum!
 On nights when my lord looketh 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 lichee nut
 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 of the pan
 Riseth a tantalizing perfume...
 He scenteth the scent,
 He turneth his face,
 His previous place in her embrace
 He does resume!
 And love is in bloom
 The while they consume
 Rahadlakum!
 Rahadlakum!