Oasis |
by Miss Nia |
This dry, barren, fruitless path. The hot sultry sand. I am wandering and staggering and stumbling. I am so thoroughly parched. My thoughts are colliding with reality. My body...wanting and yearning. Can it be or have I succumb to the despair? This cool crystal babbling brook; pulsating though lush green grass. The intoxicating fragrance titillating my senses. The sanctuary of shaded bliss. Can it be? Yes, it's you. You are the oasis of love's desert. Welcome. Dedicated to my Oasis |