In her lavendar evening gown,
She is refined vintage beauty,
Her skirt like melodious waves,
Like a kiss that has blossomed,
Like a rose from the garden,
Of her navel,
She stretches her long brunnette hair,
Like the moonbeams stretches,
across a midnight vineyard,
With warm wind and chill stars,
Her dance begins in her Beautys stillness,
A sultry jazz cabaret melody,
awakens the dream and honey,
Of her new wave hips,
that sway like candles,
painting the riviera,
With our love,
She lifts her hem,
in a sensuous groove,
The way the noonday Sun,
Lifts and warms her hair,
and her gardens drenched petals,
after a long and rainy day,
And exquisitely,
her dance is all wild and tender bonfire,
With an exotic kiss of her gaze,
She waltzes with a wistful sass,
warmth of seashells,
upon the mediteranean shore,
Her lavendar gown twirling like serenade,
Her naked thighs,
seem like surreal bunnies,
WithIn enchanted Summer forest jaunts,
As she rides the rhythms in waves,
Like she gallops upon Sunset horses,
Shes in a trance, love within love,
And with the deep bows of candlelight,
And gentle irises of moon,
She lounges with her hair honey drenched,
from the jazz rain of loves warmths,
In the comforting lap,
of,
vibrant stillness
Reynaldo Casison