Dance you, oh baby, on my magical tune A picture of fantasy amidst a sand dune The colors are rich in the palette of life Intensity is such as if on the edge of a knife
‘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…