Theres an empty vase,
On my honeys dresser,
I want to fill them,
With sweet warm roses,
For all her tender,
and sultry poses,
So she can feel,
that my love is real,
Crescents drift to Full moons,
Waves waltzing,
upon the shore,
Theres a vase,
On my Honeys dresser,
Filled with sweet warm roses,
With all her Midnight poses,
She lounges with voluptuous love,
And,
I feel her love is real,
And,
her Beauty surreal
Reynaldo Casison