The high desert calls....
Normally Runs silent and carnvorous, in it's desire, dares us to task
Surged to life with violins, our love concerto has just begun
the painted desert....Tinted rapture purple by love, awaits
the Delicate sweet fragrance of passion and cactus flowers
the landscape, Entwined with vistas and foliage, lush is the aspect
The bright harvest moon Shut out the past shadows, entreating your scent
Your closed distant eyes now opened wide, by the promise of amour divine
a foolish Heart filled with fragrance, might there be coital overture in play?
Unsuspectingly singing with the wind, you glide to my waiting arms
The night imprisoned under our spell, intoxicating, the balmy wind's caress
You and I, captivated by the magic of the high desert, discovering each other
this affair d'amour will Flourish without fears, the sky above is our theatre
Let us love now, and dance the Waltz of the Tranquil moon's love symphony
there be no chance of Devouring hope, the night belongs exclusively to us
so it is, my beloved, the majesty and the mystery....passion in the high desert