The lovely ladies,
In their comfy,
evening dresses,
Are lap in lap,
In the garden gazebo,
By a lake,

The passerbys,
Are like clouds,
Drifting around,
Its curvatures,
As the geese,
flow,
Upon its cool waters,

The lovely ladies,
feel warm,
In the sun,
And in their love,
Like the irises,
Beside their hems,

The golden hair lady,
Sighs to her brunnette lover,
Arent the irises lovely,
They sway so sweetly,

In the warm wind,
She sways,
Hip to the iris petals,
Lifts her evening dress,
With a rose blush,
Of her naked thighs,
The brunnette,
Is in a trance,
With the sweet rhythms,
Of her iris dance,

She drifts with the wind,
To her lovers caress,
Feeling love,
All through her dress,
As they slow dance,
With the irises,
To the evening moon
Reynaldo Casison