My Desert Cassia

Among the shadows of the night I hear your footsteps the scent of jasmine on your henna-dyed hair. I remember how you looked then as I ponder upon twilight summers two hearts engaged with passion underneath light rainfalls. Beauty is her essence dreamless, floating on crimson tides I touch her tresses composed perfectly, accentuating her eyes The curves of your thighs like jewels touched by sunlight exotic, held captive- intrigued by this Desert Cassia.