The lovely ladies,
Have just awakened,
From their evening nap,

The exotic brunnette,
Sighs to her golden haired lover,
And friend,
My soul is damp,
And warm,
For the moons wine,

So they sweetly shimmy over,
To their veranda garden,
And take in the moonlight,
In the deep starry night,

Theres a lunar eclipse,
Rare as all things are rare,
In its beauty,

From crescent,
To ring of fire,
Their love is warm,
With their kind desire,

As the moon,
Is shy and sweet,
In the sky,
Wrapped in their sublime,
Robe and love,
They feel a warm affinity,
With the moon,
And its rose wine
Reynaldo Casison