User:Shammiesgun/The Mistress of the Desert


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Many come to visit,

this maiden of fame.

Yet no line forms,

behind this dame.

The heart of Tanaris,

the desire of men.

Her beauty unrivaled,

no woman can.

Never the same,

in her appearance.

Only the hair remains,

red from a distance.

An expose belly,

a glaring stare.

One should hope,

she is there.

While suspensions erupt,

worrying is for the meek.

She wouldn't harm a bird,

with a sharp beak.

Search for her,

if you must.

Feed your desire,

end your lust.

Let us just hope,

the desert is kind.

Sandstorms happen,

so do mind.