Exotic mandolin,
Your honey strings have kissed,
Honey and exquisite hips,
With our loves sublime virtuosities,
The romance,
of your tender and lavish melodies,
Sweetly combs the hair,
Of earthworn,
enchanted, and ethereal gypsies,
Caresses like a winds Summer robe,
With your damp exotic rain,
mango sun, and rose moon,
Exotic mandolin,
Of pretty rose serenades,
Your beauty is their beauty,
Cascades of love,
Through their tousled hair,
Cascades of honey,
upon the shores,
and,
through the fine and sultry vineyards,
Cascades of honey, your mellow wine,
and Moonkissed love,
Through our souls,
Our loves infinite hymns,
Comes to us,
With your gentle ravishments,
Within our shy,
modest, and salsa hips,
Moons drift by,
Luminous with eras,
And for Beauty you serenade,
Ethereal,
And with your exotic sweetly tuned,
Rhythms, like a ballerina dancer,
there are still,
pretty souls to soothe
Reynaldo Casison