Dessert Island

Your eyes is the reflection of mystical places

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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