The lovely ladies,
Love,
Take them to the sublime,
Exotic shore,

They long to be,
Where the moon,
Soothes their souls,

Mascara, sighs, and smoky brows,
All the petals like wine,

Where sweet Beauty,
Kisses,
Deeply,
the love in their eyes,
Along the sublime shore,

Hips like honey,
Hymn,
with warm crescents,
For the sublime heavenly shore,

Their love has grown,
Like the nightingale wings,
In the caress of deep coves,
Tender bonfires,
Breeze upon,
their wanderlust hems,
Along the sublime shore,

Love,
Take the lovely ladies,
To the sublime exotic shore,
Where the Mango winds,
embrace their sighs,
And their love,
Is as high as the sky,
Warm as rain,
Tender with flowers,

Hips like honey,
Eyes and souls,
Kissed deeply,
With their love,
Hymns to the crescent moons,
Love,
Caress the lovely ladies,
Upon the sublime exotic shore
Reynaldo Casison