Gambling in torrid sands...

Endless steppes and torrid deserts, high mountains covered with eternal glaciers and valleys filled with fragrances of grasses and flowers. So said the ad.

Thats where they were headed

She glanced askance, and saw him engrossed.

Deep within the pages of a moth eaten novel.

He was devouring it like a parched traveller.

She shuffled her feet, he lifted his weary eyes.

He knew it was time to leave

Saw that she had packed her bags,

some more than she could carry

But then she was made strong

And so there was no need to worry.

He left his post with a gloom on his face

Knew not whether he would get such a taste

He had gambled away his heart

and now he must not make haste.

So pensive in his thoughts, he trudged along

She waddling by his side

Reached the scorching sands

And hid beneath the burrowed bands

Made sure no flying eagle caught their sight

Scurrying along shadows

They both hurried, knowing their plight

Reached safe haven, and hi fi'd

"Yo! heady ant, I the termite, take thee as my lawfully wedded wife.

Written in response to writer's island prompt