The lovely ladies,
Are in their svelte robes,
By their exotic shore,
A bonfire sparkles to keep them warm,
As they are in their favorite place,
To caress and gaze,
at the stars, moon, and shimmers,
Of waves,
and feel their love hymn,
With the waves sweet symphony,

Many crescent evenings,
The lovely ladies would gaze sweetly,
At the shimmering waves,
Replenishing themselves,
and their ethereal love,

This crescent evening was unique,
to their love,
The moon glowed,
with the light of infinite candles,
A tender and sensual luminous gold,
It was a moon,
with enchanted wonder to behold,
Like a rose in full sweet bloom,

The shimmers it sweetly kissed,
upon the exotic waves,
Were so sensuous the way they glowed,
The lovely ladies,
The golden haired lady,
And her exotic brunnette friend and lover,
were deeply moved,
To loosen their svelte robes,
And luminously bathe,
in the shimmers of waves,
the first sweetly intimate occasion,
they had bathed together,
Within the shimmering waves,

The moon was like the glow of the love,
Within their tender lovely souls,
their svelte and voluptuous bodies,
Were like crescents,
whose sweet souls,
had become full like the ethereal,
candle moon,
With one anothers deep tender love,

They frolicked sensually,
Within the shimmering waves,
With such luminous delights,
That sacred starry night,
Their love sparkling,
And glowing tenderly sweet,
Within their souls,
And within the champagne stars,

That when they lounged,
upon the exotic shore,
With the waves shimmering,
And glistening like diamonds,
They had become one,
of the Sensuous ones,
Bathed by the ethereal candle moon,
Its luminous love, and its sweet shimmers,
Of waves,
at one with its luminous glow,
Sweetly melodious,
with the shimmering waves flow,

With Whomever they swayed and danced,
And gazed at the stars and moon,
Within their souls and being,
Were enchantingly kissed,
sweetly, deeply, and tenderly,
with their ethereal love
Reynaldo Casison