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