The lighthouse upon the exotic shore,
was bathed,
With a gentle moonlit stillness,
The lovely ladies,
within,
their flowing evening gowns,
were feeling,
Romance,
blush like summer flowers,

They gazed at one another,
the way sunflowers gazed,
at the sweet glow of the moon,

As the seagulls swept the evening horizon,
the exotic brunnette enchantingly,
Kissed the misty wings,
of her lovers golden brow,

The golden haired lady tenderly sighs,
You make me feel a sophistication,
Of tenderness and love,
I've never felt before,
the garden of your lips,

With the wind chimes of the moon,
That had luminously kissed the waves,
She caressed her warmly,
With the tender love of her being,
And gave her another enchanted kiss,
So sweet with feeling,
She felt it glow deep within,
Her sensuous and tender soul,

And the crescents,
within their souls,
With their ethereal love blossomed whole
Reynaldo Casison