Naked like candlelight and sweet kisses,
Within winter they cruise,
like vessels to summer shores,

Leaning like bonfires,
for the kiss of the voluptuous evenings,
Tangled up,
in their gypsy vineyard,
sensualness,

Smoky mascara and Moonkissed,
To their candlelit honey,
They drift like fragrance,
Glance to glance,
Tender kiss to brow,
Dressed in a warmth of solitude,
And the misty eyelashes,
of deep,
compassionate love,

Loosened of their robes,
They straddle upon beams,
Nocturnal, luminous, enchanting and chill,
spontaneous as the mango wind,
Mellowed to their heels,
that have sashayed,
Upon the exotic shores,
Whose sighs are cream,
and tender as rose hips,

Within the candlelight,
their damp gowns of caresses,
steadies the undulations,
A lighthouse dreams,
in their modest silhouettes,
Moonlight like irises, with their love,
Blooming upon and within them,

In the cabaret lounge,
of the melodious waves,
Their svelte and voluptuous bodies,
dresses the candle with our love,
Like love and nightingales,
infinitely sighing within our souls,
Waltz and salsa,
Within the honey of the starry night skies
Reynaldo Casison