‘Paint my love,’ screams the fluorescent sky Head over ‘heels’, the hips don’t lie A pack of hyenas lurking on the prowl In the game of obsession, there’s no foul
The tiresome evening is setting languorously Shades of passion simmer tantalizingly Trembling breeze whispers sweet nothings Waiting tent opens up the arms, and desire sings…
Waves of worship drenching the bodies Nature’s endowments craving to please In the eyes of God, the music forever plays No one shall forget, Hare Ram Hare Ram days