GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 67

Take me in your arms Let me feel your heaving chest Open your hair making wave As it hangs down below your waist Sing me a song of love It flows as a murmuring stream Moon has gone up the sky Spilling upon us its soothing beam We get lost in each other and The shy moon hides in the foliage As the wick of passion releases The flare it pours upon us a mystic haze 67