Mojave Sands
Her touch the warmed delicate Mojave breeze
Whispering love through dulcet Agave blooms
Her bronze skin a perfection of the desert spirit
A hot gossamer breath that intoxicates my soul
Lost in her embrace of the balmy deserts nights
Drawing me to the comfort of a fiery paradise
Her lips rapture angelic chords of the high mesa
Singing in the deep and arid tones of the badlands
Her passions fuel the rustling of sagebrush winds
Filling the great valley with her adoring essence
I abandon my senses in the promises of the sand
Adoring this mistress of beauty called...
Mojave
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