There is a secret fountain in Neus
Which only the seeker can find
More intoxicating than the finest brew
I found with eyes closed and heart opened wide
With a pull more magnetic
Than the romance of birds and flowers
The dance of sky and sea
An haven in the parched Sahara
When did this ache become a need?
A need to be immersed in the warm embrace
Of a fellow needy, taking without greed
Savoring the fulfillment we both crave
To get drunk in this yearning is what I breath
And drown in the current of your kiss
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