The cactus cuttings took root
The tea you brought me smacked of passion fruit
In a room where the heat bled in through the wall
I lay breathing in the design of it all

What is there to regret?
Your mouth was wet
And your shoulders rolled under mine

I saw the glaze come over your eyes
I felt my blood pumping and the heat rise
I've seen pretty eyes before, but never like thosе
And your body opened like a nеw rose

What more is there to say?
The air gave way
I was melting and sweltering under you