Baby in this evening glow
Turn your head to me real slow
And through golden locks feed me your woe
turn your bare shoulders to me
Leaning in seductive tranquillity
On this opened cushioned ocean we sleep
With grace and guile just sail your lips
To the seas of my soul
And dock them on mine with subtle slow
And exist
In us
together,
in this
endless evening glow
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