The lovely ladies,
Are in the sanctuary,
Of one anothers caress,

They are still,
In the moment,
In their evening dresses,
Like irises in a vase,
Glowingly,
Delicately,
Resiliently beautiful,

The exotic, sweet brunnette,
Tenderly sighs to her golden,
Hair lover,
The love in you,
Is my love,
It is its forever caress,
And the love in me,
Is your love ethereal
Reynaldo Casison