Desert Flower

And do you hear it, from afar the melody, so sweet and sad? It is not I who picked the star but it is good and I am glad to stand here in the desert sand where all is gray and rather bland. And gusty winds play silly games the distant range beckons and frames just me and rolls of spinifex I dream of you and all night sex while butterflies and birds with wings from far away bring lovely things. Your music destined for my ears has now arrived but no one hears the love that holds your words together when light and pretty, like a feather your pledge embraces me to hold and warms a heart that was so cold. You mentioned then that distant stars which all are children of Old Mars will gladly be the in between a star, you said, can then be seen when our heart is open for the lover from that distant shore. So here we stand, just holding hands have no more wishes or demands what would you think of at this hour perhaps a special, fragrant flower? Oh no, I say. I will repeat this lovely girl smells just as sweet.