I have demanded pleasure
And chosen not to understand
That the pursuit of pleasure
Would leave me stranded
In the desert sand.
I can command
Sweet painted lips
To tease and kiss.
But the desolate sand
Obeys no command.
I have demanded pleasure
And chosen not to understand
That the pursuit of pleasure
Would leave me stranded
In the desert sand.
I can command
Sweet painted lips
To tease and kiss.
But the desolate sand
Obeys no command.
Sounds like the wishes of a hermits. Or dreaming of a fata morgana. 😉 Best wishes, Michael.
Many thanks for your interpretation, Michael.