بچه ها تا حالا شده حس کنید شوهرتون رو دیگه دوست ندارید؟؟؟؟

I dream of rain ..........I dream of garden in the desert sand .....I wake in vain....I dream of love as time runs through my hand......I dream of fire.... those dream are tied to a horse that will never tire and in the flames...her shadows play in the shape of a mans desire ..... this desert rose ... each of her veils, a secret promise ...this desert flower ...no sweet perfume ever tortuerd me more than this....and as she turns... this way she moves in the logic of all my dreams ....this fire burns ... I realize that nothing as it seems... sweet desert rose ....this memory of Eden haunts us all...this desert flower....this rare perfume , is the sweet intoxication of the fall...............

I dream of rain ..........I dream of garden in the desert sand .....I wake in vain....I dream of love as time runs through my hand......I dream of fire.... those dream are tied to a horse that will never tire and in the flames...her shadows play in the shape of a mans desire ..... this desert rose ... each of her veils, a secret promise ...this desert flower ...no sweet perfume ever tortuerd me more than this....and as she turns... this way she moves in the logic of all my dreams ....this fire burns ... I realize that nothing as it seems... sweet desert rose ....this memory of Eden haunts us all...this desert flower....this rare perfume , is the sweet intoxication of the fall...............