I hear desert wind whisper through the trees
“Shahrazad, Shahrazad, return please”
Peacocks serenade somewhere out of sight
As we nestle close to the fire bright
Your scent, sweet jasmine, takes my breath away
As I hold you in a desiring way
And when dawn breaks, on ripe figs we will dine
Basking in our love, so very divine.
The moon bides its time till sun again dips
When I hold you close and taste of your lips.

I absolutely loved this. You were right! Haha.
I could've easily predicted the winners. 













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