Tell me your fantasies, he whispered,brushing a whisp of hair,
rich and glossy as honey dates,
away from her eyes.
Tell me your fantasies, he whispered,
tracing the line of her arm,
warmed and tanned by the desert sun,
with his finger.
Tell me your fantasies, he whispered,
gazing into her eyes,
blue and refreshing as the life-giving water of an oasis.
Tell me your fantasies, he whispered,
and I will tell you mine.
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