Nile


You, with the brown desert eyes,
that made me swelter.
You, with the brown desert eyes,
that made me cold with a single touch.
My body yearned for you
Your finger tracing my every curve
Your breathe that kissed my ear
I felt you tracing my back with your sandy lips that when touched,
were as silky as the bed sheets I was laid a crossed.
It wasn't till then, I had felt the rush of the Nile River.
Draped so tender in those brown desert eyes.

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