Dessert Island
Only one can dream to dwell in a fire that's blazing
Engulf in the ambient pleasure you create
I dine in the idea that this is not a mistake
At the table of passion and drunk off the memories
On the mountain of satisfaction breathing this soliloquy
Imaginations are suppose to flow up stream
No life jacket as I drown in your avenues of wet dreams
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