The lovely ladies,
Are relaxing,
Upon their cozy love sofa,

They've enjoyed another sweet brunch,
Alone together,
As they unwind,
within one anothers,
warm evening caress,

The exotic brunnette jazzily glides,
in her cream robe,
To light a soothing lavendar candle,

The golden haired lady tenderly sighs,
You move so enchantingly,
And gracefully,
Like there are crescent moons,
Within your hips,
As if youre sweetly dancing,
Across the starry nights sky,

The exotic brunnette hums,
All those years of jazz dancing,
Could do that to a lady,
And sweetly flips her lovely flowing hair,

The golden haired lady,
Tenderly moved,
by her exotic friend,
And lover,
Sighs,
And the way you flip your hair,
Nurtures my love,
Like none other,
As she lights another lavendar candle,
With the warmth,
of her love,
and,
tenderness
Reynaldo Casison