Now we'll read this one.
This is from-- still a work in progress "Your dark hair warms
my naked thighs, your eyes deeper than starry night
ignite my inner [? gong ?].
Desert stars are reflected, indeed, in the drops of water.
So many, so far away, so far apart.
I know them all in your eyes and feel them in your sigh.
And so with our eternal flame, we dream our stories.
With stars, we draw our love forever
in dark sky, illumed by each star, each moment
in our togetherness.
And the night, our story of many stars
weave the web of our vulnerability, our fragility,
our virginity, our purity.
Oh, desert stars constantly or clandestine
loving all consecrate our loving in secret.
Yet, so clearly written in desert stars
on a clear crisp desert night, your dark hair
warms my naked thighs on a clear, crispy, dark desert
night."