Soul To Soul
A sand blown whisper taunts my soul
With rippling samba’s rigmarole
This soul perspires mosaic paint
As rose vine perfume makes me faint.
Souls breathe fire to yearn and smoulder
Seismic vision makes us bolder
Brazenly two souls rub noses
Wild sirocco dust our poses
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