Meet me in Marrakesh

Hold my hand and feed me honey

Take my heart underneath the jasmine

I want to get wet from starlight

Meet me in Morocco, my love

Tell me I am the only one

Lay me down on the cool sands

And take me somewhere where my lips burn

And serve me tea

Your big brown eyes lie to me

I still don't care

Tell me pretty lies

Hold me in the streets of Casablanca

And make me feel alive again

Maybe it would be a good idea to make a poetry thread.

hmmmm.....you are okay with him telling you pretty lies? Strange poem.

I wouldn't use the word strange to describe the poem but I think I'd use another word starts with S... too

wow lots of critics around here.