Mirage

Feel the touch of the desert sun

Warming along our flesh

Egyptian cotton touching me

the passion grows internally

a kiss egniting the flames

breathless like a drowning child

Blinded by red and gold

the song of the desert

lost in never ending sheets 

Only to become one

 

 

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