On Tangiers beach
in the sun's searing heat they lie narcotised
at the desert's edge.
The sand is white.
Not at single shadow around - the coke is boiling.
Lying in their own sweat.
The horizon draws nearer
and though no one knows it,
everyone thinks only of it,
but it's too hot for that.
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Sex in the desert
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Sex in the desert
The horizon draws nearer
and though no one knows it,
everyone thinks only of it,
but it's too hot for that.
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Sex in the desert
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The air is vibrating
The sun stings white skins and nothing happens
except for a repressed feeling.
The wind is still,
the sky endlessly blue, the bodies burnt to a crisp
lying in the sand.
The horizon draws nearer
and though no one knows it,
everyone thinks only of it,
but it's too hot for that.
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Sex in the desert
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Sex in the desert
The horizon draws nearer
and though no one knows it,
everyone thinks only of it,
but it's too hot for that.
(SEX!)
Sex in the desert
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