The moon,
Is glowing,
Like a midnight candle,
With the lovely ladies,
Lounging sweetly,
Upon,
their lavendar polyester hammock,
By the exotic shore,

The exotic brunnette,
Parts her golden haired lovers tresses,
Like the moon parting,
The midnight clouds,
kisses her gently upon her brow,
And tenderly hums,
Well, anyone can feel lovely,
With a loving kiss,
glowing sweetly,
Within their soul,
Foreverly
Reynaldo Casison