The lovely ladies have sweetly reminisced,
Upon their garden veranda,
about first meeting one another,
Their tender and sensuous souls,
Swaying in love and sweet stillness,
For one another,
Within the dressing room,
of a vintage dress boutique,

They are lounging upon their lovesofa,
Within their village loft,
of Vista vineyards,
On a sweet exotic island,
Vista vineyards is bohemian and carefree,
as a sunflower field,
where they often sway,
with the sunflowers during summer,

The exotic shore is where they love,
to spend their evenings,
Besides a romantic quaint lighthouse,
within the vibrant lavendar caress,
of sunsets and evenings,
When the moon glows and blushes,
with its sweet sonata of stars,

The lovely ladies, the exotic brunnette,
And her golden haired lover,
love gazing sweetly,
At one another,
And the moonlit shore waves,
Their tender souls,
are sweetly enthralled and enchanted,
when their sweet candle moon, lovingly,
And Ethereally,
kisses Shimmers,
upon the exotic shore waves,

The lovely ladies love to tenderly sigh,
And hum loving hymns and songs,
To one another,
Within their Vista vineyards loft,
And within their sensuous,
and tender souls,
They often sleep and awaken,
within the sweet jazz,
and luminously,
tender robes of their ethereal love
Reynaldo Casison