Brilliant images of his brown pyramid of giza clutter her mind
Yearning so badly to taste his hyroglyphs and drink from his fountain of life until his well runs dryTo run her fingers over his veins, and whisper poetry to his phallusTill it throbs sweet psalms and spits out galactic magicHer nile cries out to him, calling him to bathe in her streamAnd without hesitation he dives right into to her deepSplashing water on the land that was once overcome with drought Hydrating everything and anything that came in contact with the ground