The lovely ladies,
Hair is damp,
from the evening rain,

They sashay like irises,
Into the jazz lounge,

They sit gaze in gaze,
At an evening table,
With lavendar candles,

The golden hair lady,
sighs to her brunnette lover,
Its nice to be out of the rain,
And you look so nice,
In the candles warm glow,

The brunnette accustomed,
To her sweetness,
Blushes like a rose,
And stretches across the table,
In her evening dress,
Like shes glowing across,
The universe,
And gives her a sweet kiss,

The jazz ensemble,
Are loving,
Their loveliness,
As sensual waves flow,
From candle to gaze,
kiss to kiss
Reynaldo Casison