Touch me with your lips of embers sweet leaving footprints in the Moroccan sands raising the temperature of my pulse 'neath a labyrinthine sun of heated sands With a sirocco's breath as we kiss in an oasis of dreams and palms where nomads traveled on the winds in time where the sarcophagi lay Scribed on memories of yellowed scrolls with love's hieroglyphics and copulation raising
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