you weren’t here
for the screening
of my Egyptian dream
but you were painted ‘cross the walls
of hot Sahara Nights
and as you slept
on desert plains
I sent crackling signals
to the smoky heaven
of hot Sahara Nights
And counting the exhalations
as kisses on your would-be neck
in hot Sahara Nights
You had your short trip ticket
Zone 3, stoppin’ at Lucid Picnic
when my throat caught fire
my hips went on night duty
Who am I?
to deny a fantasy
Oh my, it’s nice, in paradise
Never mind…
that you missed the dizziest
dancing, sweaty, man-romancing
A compromise
what an irresistible all night all right complication
Oh, it's an awfully
tricky sticky situation
Oh look at what I’ve done,
In my would-be mind
I taste your desert lips and smile
Oh look at what we’ve done
‘n where you might’ve breathed
I sigh a sigh and watch his
hips go on night duty