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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