Exotic and vintage Beauty,
Honey fountains like your hips,
and nostalgia of your brows,
Can eclipse any sadness,
When your pretty Soul,
of pretty stars,
Dances like the Nightingales,
Evening songs,
from moon to ample maples,
Like sweet diamonds upon your lobes,
With your Beautys mango caress,

Evening honey,
Modest sparkles of the tiaras,
Your exquisite glances,
And blooms of hymn,
With our loves moonlit diamonds,
Kissing the waves,
Its melodies fill the golden silences,
Like sunflowers waltz in their fields,

Your tender bosom,
Of sensuous jazz,
Your thighs of sweetness and honey,
Our love pours like the Moonlight,
Through the modesties,
of your sleek and tousled hair,
And Your tears with your soul,
have gently warmed in the sighs,
of candleglow,
We lounge like hymn,
in the voluptuous crease,
Where your love salsas,
and sweetly waltzes,
To nourish with the love,
Within your ample breasts,
of mango gold
Reynaldo Casison