In her midnight robe,
She caresses,
a rose bouquet,
Upon the warm,
Sanctity of her lap,

From some exotic garden,
Of the earth,
To the exotic garden,
Of her Beauty,

She holds,
one long stem rose,
To the kiss,
Of her enchantingly,
kind gaze,
As she caresses,
A rose bouquet,
Within the firm embrace,
Of her tender lap,

The roses sighs,
Is their sighs,
Her sighs,
stemming,
from her kind gaze,
is your sighs,
Intertwined,
like a honey bouquet
Reynaldo Casison