Saturday of Burn, Close to mid day, dust storm raging in fits.
You, the Beauty, were standing in the corner of Babylon (about 3rd level) as I, the Beast, climbed on by.
Even w/ gogglesand masks, our aurical senses met and acknowledged each other.
Two flirtatious waves, passing by, under the cover of sand.
I climbed to the top to enjoy the view.....and forever (?) lost you to the sands of time.
Please find a way out of the storm!!!!