There was a maidservant who had cleverly trained a donkey ..

There was a maidservant who had cleverly trained a donkey to perform the services of a man. From the gourd, she had carved a flanged device to fit on the donkey's penis, to keep him from going too far into her. She had fashioned it just to the point of her pleasure, and she greatly enjoyed the arrangement, as often as she could. She thrived, but the donkey was getting a little thin and tired-looking. The mistress began to investigate. One day she peeked through a crack in the door and saw the animal's marvelous member and the delight of the girl stretched under the donkey. She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door and called the maid out on an errand, a long and complicated errand. I won't go into details. The servant knew what was happening, though. "Ah, my mistress," she though to herself, "you should not send away the expert. When you begin to work without full knowledge, you risk your life. Your shame keeps you from that to join with this donkey. There's a trick you don't know!" But the woman was too fascinated with her idea to consider any danger. She led the donkey in and closed the door, thinking, "With no one around I can shout in my pleasure." She was dizzy with anticipation, her vagina glowing and singing like a nightingale. She arranged the chair under the donkey, as she had seen the girl do. She raised her legs and pulled him into her. Her fire kindled more, and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to, pushed through and into her … and without a word, she died. The chair fell one way, and she the other. READER have you ever seen anyone martyred for a donkey? Remember what the Quran says about the torment of disgracing yourself. Don't sacrifice your life to your animal-soul! If you die of what that leads you to do, you are just like this woman on the floor. She is an image of immoderation. Remember her, and keep your balance. The maidservant returns and says, "Yes, you saw my pleasure, but you didn't see the gourd that put a limit on it. You opened your shop before a Master taught you the craft." ~RUMI First Rumi Poem I ever read. 🖤