The lovely ladies,
Are at the beach,
Collecting seashells,

The tide is low,
The moon is high,
And their love,
Is sweet and deep,

The mango wind,
Combs their golden,
And brunnette hair,
As they comb the golden shore,

The exotic brunnette,
Sighs,
These star seashells,
Are so cool and lovely,
They are red as roses,
And orange as mangos,

The golden haired lady,
Laughs,
And sighs,
Theyre really awesome,
And beautiful,
They go well together,
Their symmetries,
Are wonderful,

The exotic brunnette,
Sashays down the shore,
Her lovely sweet way,
And gathers,
a fine and sublime,
Conch seashell,
And hums into it,
As seagulls comb the sky,

her sweet exotic lips,
And soul,
Upon the conch seashell,
Is a lovely duet,
With the mooncaressed,
Shore waves,

The golden haired lady,
Wind combing her hair,
Is beside herself,
And,
Sighs,
Thats so sweet,
Its calming,
And beautiful,

With their lovely seashells,
As their sweet,
and cool companions,
They lovingly kiss and caress,
Along the shore,
As the mango wind,
Combs their love and hair
Reynaldo Casison