The desert’s wind,Where her eyes are my guide,Lifting through the suns scope for one more ride.The passion in her eyes,Like fruit trickling from the Garden of Eden,Seize my insides for one more time.Her hair, soft,Like the autumn leaves nestling away in December snow.She is but an angel,Leaving footsteps to the shadows that follow her.When night happens, she appears with the moons face,Channeling the night’s air along the rivers ache.Tonight, where hands warm to one another,Chasing through the skies journey of stars,Alas, her body stands beside mine,Lips and heart, together, forever.
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