swoon...Arabian nights

 
stimulate the mind with desert kisses
caressing the senses, a cool wind
blowing over me with the need to escape

my soul rises and is transported in an instant
to a place of freedom and restriction
the sun halos my head
and for a moment I am crowned Queen

I'm tripping in the heat
Arabinan nights with my king
make me swoon

a beautiful jewel is the desert
sacred in his art to seduce