It felt right, it felt wrong,
Or just somewhere in between
When chastity met shame,
Where senses engage,
And hands explore
Where inhibitions dissipate,
And souls entwine
Where honor is questioned,
And love is dallied
Where unison is coquetted,
And moans coveted
Where language is free-flowing,
And words muddled
Where a Blood Orange Moon controls desires,
And waves throb with ache
Where Coffee and Coconuts descend,
And insatiable consumptions ascend
Where the Burj stands tall, and proud and Hearts devour the Indian Ocean.