I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

~Sting, Desert Rose~

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"I'm all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults".
~ Gore Vidal