Enchanted iris,
Jazz iris,
vintage and beautiful,
as fine art,
Your hourglass mango curves,
Was made to dance,
Within my loves hymn caress,
Your Beauty,
sparkles its rare diamonds,
In your Cabaret dress,
As though your hips,
Were made to undulate,
Like Summer riviera waves,
And your love has grown,
Like roses,
Your breasts more exquisite,
Than bouquets,
And your love has grown,
With its roses,
Your thighs loosen,
with its Midnight sighs,
With my love your hips,
are honey fountains,
I gaze at your Beauty,
Like I gaze at the Skies rosiest stars,
And my loves hymns bows,
with our roses,
To kiss your hips to light the Moon,
With our love
Reynaldo Casison