Swaying Around

It Must Be Pretty Sweet,

To Be Able To Sway Around

So Naturally

Like An Evening Gypsy

and Midnight Sunflower,

Like Their Beauty Demure and Sultry

Was Made To Caress Ones Love

Like The Mandolin Wind Does

To the Moonlit Vines and

Mangos in the Vineyard,

The Jazz Melodies of The Rain,

And Its Sublime Kisses,

Is Reminiscent of Her Luminous

And Exotic Beauty,

As We Gaze At The Midnight Moon,

Its Like The Winter

Is The Romance of June,

With Their Sweet Crescent Hips,

Waves of Love,

Sweet and Deep as the  Honey Coves,

And Fountains of Longing,

These Days and Nights,

The Gardens are Empty as Cinemas,

And Nostalgia is Our Fine Wine,

Her Exotic Gaze is Like A Fine Rose

Blushing,

Her Unique Sweetness is Her Loving

Nature, And The Winds are Chill,

While the Candles are Warm,

And The Winter Is The Romance Of June,

When Her Beauty Goes Swaying

All Around,

For With Further Summers,

Our Loves Flowers Shall Transcend 

The Ground, Exotic Darling,

and Hymn Luminously,

With The Moonlight and Stars,

We Wore Some Ponchos In The Rain,

Like Your Beauty Wears The Moonlight,

And The Roses Wear The Poignant

Vibrancies of Matisse Sunsets,

With the Champagne of Stars and Air,

Exquisite Waterfalls of Your Beauty

Swaying Around, Without Any Cares,

And Not Even A Summer Dress,

To The Sublime Caress

of,

Honey Stillness

Reynaldo Casison