Desert Nights,
Your cool fragrance,
Carried by the winds,
Here do I embrace.
Your touch,
Chills the heart,
Melts the sullen,
Here I flow,
Along happy streams.
Lift me up and send me to her,
As she lay bare,
In dim light.
The cycles of vapor,
In your heated air,
lends you an odor,
So dear to her,
She loves me like a storm....
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