Drenched in lust again
watching from afar
waiting to teach my divine language

Your touch, and the key to my knowledge
always, my pen drips toward you
aching with carnal promise

You, the soldier
with golden hair that glistens
high above the Syrian sands

Take me with you
to your post in Tel Aviv
and I will tell you what I know

My tongue speaks secret poems
only your thighs comprehend
trembling with each stanza

Follow the sun, you said
so I did
and now we’re both burning

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