Her face was the desert
Wrapped in silk,
Her heart the oasis
From which I drank my fill
The sky was her hair:
Thin-braided and adorned
By the Milky Way.
Her eyes were the sun and moon -
During the day, she swelted me
With heat and billowing sandstorms
Yet in the night,
Her temper mellowed
As I slept with lush
Under the carressing kiss
Of her sultry breeze.
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