it's good to get the creative juices going. revised
When I see of you,
I dream of midnight,
of the dark oils dripping in the sky,
a Thousand, two, three, bolts of
lightning tumbling down,
and horses,
powerfully riding the clouds beneath their hooves,
in the desert, swirling gold
the scent of jasmine,
musk, and the sound of drums,
When I see you,
You dress in crimson, from top to bottom,
Arabian, finely clothed from
stars, like the heat
of the summer,
Riding with the horses, caked sand
darkened on your skin,
and I could swear,
that music followed you,
And the sound of thunder rolls
around like the
and the cool kiss
of the rain
I don't care
what you look like
anymore,
or where you've been
I just know you,
your footsteps
are wrapped in
musk and worn leather
and the sun pierces
like calligraphy on
your beautiful skin.
How could I forget?
Never.
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