As hot sands fly and sear my flesh howling desert winds sap my strength away A sweet mirage that keeps me alive far on the horizon of sensations beckons at me. Bleary eyed, my tired and dazed mind attempts to pull itself together Shriveled hands try to reach and touch the soft moist flower that promises eternal peace and warmth, maybe love (?) My parched throat moves to utter a word or two Hot, faltering breath only, escapes my battered body Images of sweetness, of those loving eyes memories of soft caresses, the exaltation of love, the pleasure in your closed eyes, in smiling, sated lips moist and glistening with renewed desire as you tense up, then relax as the crescendo of creation approaches As we pant heavily into each others ears our bodies melting into one and slipping sheets, crushed pillows share our passion supreme while that virgin pink rose near our bed blushing yet curious, spreads its sweet smell of innocence As passions wane we slowly lie back but soon reaching again for each other, at first softly then intensely, and it begins again Howling hot winds the biting dust-storm the merciless desert and its deadly mirage another earth-bound lifetime greets us greedily!.
