Dream dancer
In her sheer brassiere,
And moon rhythms galore,
She dances like a dream,
Lovely as a bunny,
She's sweet like that,
She's sweet like that,
She's sweet like that,
Lovely,
With moon rhythms Galore,
Dream dancer,
She dances like a dream,
She's sweet like that,
She's sweet like that,
She's sweet like that,
She dances like a dream,
She dances like a dream
Reynaldo Casison
Blush of moon
They danced all night,
To the morning light,
The rose moon Blushed with love,
Dance all night,
To the morning light,
In rhythms and stillness,
The rose moon blushes with love,
They danced all night,
With the wine of their dreams,
The rose moon Blushed with love
They danced all night,
to the morning light,
The rose moon Blushes with love
Reynaldo Casison
Festival sunset
In her comfy robe,
She's fine,
In the festival sunset,
In her evening dress,
She's sultry and kind,
In the festival sunset,
A gem like sapphire,
Warm like a songs kiss,
Upon her voluptuous bosom,
She feels from within,
Her fine long dark hair,
Flows in the festival sunset,
For the blush,
of midnights moonlight,
For the warm blush,
Of her voluptuous body,
Within midnigh
Woman in tweed
Woman in tweed,
She's an exotic seed,
of gardenesque,
Loveliness,
Your love for the cinematic skies,
Shines sweetly,
In your dreamy eyes,
Sweet woman,
In tweed,
She laughs and cries,
Simultaneously,
With the tenderness of lakes rare,
And doves sigh,
With the Moonlights love and care,
Woman in tweed,
The enchantment of beauty salons,
Where roses become irises,
Sings
Many petals, many stars
In the fields of sunshine and gold,
She is many petals of Beauty,
She is many stars of Love,
Within, her dresses,
Exotic, casual, and luminous,
She is many petals of love,
She is many stars of Beauty,
In the naked fields,
Of iris lakes and Moon,
She is many petals,
She is many stars,
Of Beauty and love
Reynaldo Casison
Tambourine Woman,
Of a Matisse painting
Upon the vibrant green couch,
Her Beauty reclines,
Laid back as a lilly,
Her lavender robe,
Loose and carefree,
Upon the voluptuous,
Elegant curvatures,
Of her Tambourine body,
The moonlight,
Caresses,
Her,
In melodious repose,
And the Compassionate lamp,
Of her honey breasts,
Her loveliness,
Lit like a candle,
Serene passion of roses,
Festival of sounds
Festival of sounds,
Vibrating colors,
Expanse of Day,
Pouring through the Vivacious sunsets,
Marigold and fragrance,
Unto thy Evening rapture,
I feel you there, comfortably,
Sway filled pasture and luscious patio,
You stand with such exquisiteness,
Taking it all in, a becalming Beauty,
Like a fountain,
of exuding ivory and vinegar,
Hundreds of wonderful souls,
Adorn the halls of t
Luminous and exotic lady
Luminous and exotic lady,
The moon that solaces the mangos,
That orchestrates,
The passion of ocean waves,
And calms the iris lakes,
Has dressed your honey body,
And exotic eyes,
Caresses your hips,
With my love,
And its crescents,
In the evening fields,
You are like an exotic butterfly,
And a warm lady upon a serene piano,
Within their coves,
The moon gifts its luminous melodies,
Women with guitar
In her dress,
Of love and warmth,
She kisses her guitar,
Like a lover,
Sensually,
She plays her guitar,
Like a wand,
Melodious vibrancies,
Divine, earthy, and Supernova woman,
With a guitar,
Caresses the careworn,
And carefree,
Gardens,
Of our souls,
She's made of love, Stars, and dreams,
She's made of Stars, Love, and dreams
Reynaldo Casison
Dancing in serenades
She's a masterpiece,
Dancing,
In Moonlit serenades,
Her Beauty is sweet shores,
Its kiss is sweet shores,
It's dress is sweet shores
She's a masterpiece,
Dancing,
In serenades,
Her eyes,
Violins and roses
Her Beauty is sweet shores,
Its kiss is sweet shores,
Its dress is sweet shores,
Her hips,
Crescents and irises,
She's a masterpiece,
Evening song
In the evening,
She hums a pretty tune,
Like a Nightingale,
In her velvet gown,
In the evening,
She hums a lovely tune,
Like a Nightingale,
In her stilletos,
In the evening,
She hums like a Nightingale,
In her velvet gown and stilletos,
In the evening,
She is a pretty Nightingale,
in love,
In the evening,
She is a pretty Nightingale,
in love,
In the evening,
Evening hymn
This is an evening hymn,
Besides the willow tree,
She danced,
And as she's sighing for you,
Her love is glowing,
With sweet desire
And upon the Moons canvas,
I dreamed,
That it was hymning for her,
And with its gaze of stars,
Her love is glowing,
With sweet desire
This is an evening hymn,
Underneath the moon,
She danced,
And as she's sighing for you,
Her love is glowing,
Wi
Salsa dancers and seagulls
If we were Salsa dancers,
We would dance,
Through the midnights in a daze,
In our own carefree way,
We would wear exotic gowns,
Upon our svelte bodies,
That Shimmered like tambourines,
In the Dazed,
And carefree crowds eyes,
They would sigh,
And kiss our hems,
With bouquets of sweet irises,
Love like jazz would abound,
As our warm rhythms unwound,
But we're not Salsa dancers,
We're j
Salsa beauties
Sometimes the evenings are sad,
Sometimes the evenings are glad,
Sometimes the evenings are lemons,
Sometimes the evenings
are starry bright
Dance on,
Dance on, your Salsa beauty,
Dance on your Salsa beauties,
The kiss of your Beauty,
Is exotic,
The kiss of your Beauty,
Is honey,
The kiss of your Beauty,
Is the comfort of rain
If I could make the lake gardens,
Sing with swee
Stillnesses of Salsa beauties
Salsa in stillness,
Exotic flower,
Caressed within exotic flower,
Their rare beauties,
Accentuates,
Each others dreamy Silhouettes,
Like Solemn and vibrant hues,
Upon a Spring evenings canvas,
from casual to shimmering gowns,
Exotic flower,
Caressed within exotic flower,
Sweet stillnesses,
Of their Salsa beauties,
Within the strewn,
Resilient,
Petals of their love
Reynaldo Ca
Sleep to cherish
In the middle of noon,
I'll sleep to cherish,
The dream of you,
And awaken to Love,
I'll sleep to cherish,
Sleep to cherish,
And awaken to your love,
In the Midnights warm hymn,
I'll sleep to cherish,
The dream of you,
And awaken to your Love,
Lovely lady,
I'll sleep to cherish,
Sleep to cherish,
Sleep to cherish,
And awaken to your Love,
Lovely lady,
Your
Upon her saddle,
Majestic as a Lily and hymn,
Sweet gallop of her love and Beauty,
Ray of Sun,
Beam of moon,
Damp gallop of her Beauty,
Deeper than irises,
Her bouquets of sighs,
Undresses star by Star,
Like Summer caresses Spring
Beams of moon,
Rays of sun,
Warm gallop of her love,
Deeper than irises,
The gallop of her love,
The gallop of our love,
Caresses star by star
Reynaldo Casi
You
Abide in,
Rhythm,
You arch,
More of Pleasure,
You Stretch out,
More of Spirit,
You Thirst and Pine More,
For
Song
'Songs of Pleasures and longing'
Reynaldo Casison
Was there ever a song,
As sweet as our youth,
And its moons,
How we fell in love,
With Beauty,
The honeysuckles Of her Beauty,
It's Sublime nectar of love,
The melodies of her loveliness,
The balm of her warm rhythms,
Her vibrant dresses,
Of exotic Nature,
Her carefree Fervors,
The evenings lakes and dance,
In stillnesses and Midnights,
Sweet as honeysuckles
Reynaldo Casison
Like a waltz, gallop, and a dream
How would it feel,
To walk,
In her lovely cowboy boots
Would you be able,
To cha cha and salsa,
Like a dream and sweet butterfly
Would you feel,
Her Curvaceous inner beauty,
And voluptuous rhythms,
Of her love
Would you feel,
Love for mallards,
Upon common and eclectic lakes
And gallop,
Like bright, wild horses,
Upon the carefree shores,
The harmonica player
She plays her harmonica,
from the depths,
of her Sensuous spirit,
Like Caressing a lover,
warm glances of Moonlight,
The scales of her blues,
With Love,
soothing waves,
Turns into Jazz
The honey trees,
With it's leisure of leaves,
and night owls,
embrace her sweet harmonies,
In the chill ambience
Reynaldo Casison
The mural makers
The mural makers,
are a cool, warm bunch,
Hip to Arts sacred and common,
undulations
Piece by piece,
Heart with heart,
With a unity of Spirit,
In an isolated world
They beautify,
The environment,
From the dust of yearning,
The crescents of Splendors
Like evening Stars,
Kissing a desolate patio
Their masterpieces,
Of love, trees, stars,
And it's Vibrancies
In Loves naked gowns
She dances,
In Loves naked gowns,
Her hips sway,
from crescent to crescent,
With the Roses,
casual and sensuous,
Romance
She dances,
In Loves naked gowns,
hymn to hymn,
From cool evening,
to Salsas warm midnights,
Within its coves of delights
She dances,
In Loves naked gowns,
Like the Moon lit,
Within,
In stillness and rhythms,
With a thousand sig
warm women dancing
Many warm women dancing,
Rivers of Moon rhythms
I love you,
With your exotic dresses,
And Songs of love,
We drift into Loves isles,
The irises along the lake,
Rain with your blush
Your warm Salsa, Your warm Salsa
And this hymn leaves honey,
Upon the fine altars of your thighs
The irises rain with your blush
And raspberry sighs drift,
from the Song warm on your lips
The irises
