two souls that swim in the same dusty bowl may miss each as they toil and roll in a sandy and rocky desert wonderland where mutants are djs at a soon burning jam
but i would find you at a temple which stood proud and tall throughout before we lay in a pyramid peak while moon and stars had a luminous bout funk and our own embrace added little charms to the trinkets of journey littered in our ***** desert palms
as we wandered and lay across the desolate expanse it was clear that tankwa town had sparked a dry-lipped romance overwhelming sensations from beginning to end tipped off by the thousand kisses that your lips did so perfectly lend