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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, How would it feel, To dance, In her lovely cowboy boots Would you feel, The beauty of starry nights, At one with its evening, And midnight stars Like a waltz, Gallop, And a dream Would you be able, To waltz a luminous waltz, A deeper kind of romance, A sweet, Kindred love Reynaldo Casison

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 Reynaldo Casison

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 sighs and roses Reynaldo Casison

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 rain with your blush Many woman dancing, Their rivers of Moon rhythms, Flamenco moods in Gypsy moons, The irises rain with your blush Your sighs leave their honey bouquets, of warm Solace, within the empty vase, Filled with the irises, and Loves naked gowns Warm Salsa, sighs, and many Women dancing, in the evenings exotic stillness Reynaldo Casison

Violin wings Your love, is like the Moon, And the talents of its leaves, Hymns, And trees, Sheltering with love, It's nightingales, To soar and sing, Within its violin wings Reynaldo Casison

With my Souls love, the Moons violin The Moon sings, With my Souls love, like violin strings, It kisses deep into your garden The Moon sings, With violin strings Your love bows in sweet hymns, With Blissful and solemn winds Melodious kisses, And their Surreal petals, Upon our Loves shore Reynaldo Casison

For your verse and Beauty The tears it takes, To feel and express melody The Moon sighs, With my Souls love, For its verse, And your Beauty The wind gallops, Like fine horses, With the spectrum, And vibrations of your hair, Cool and warm rhythms The tears, Sensuous rivulets, The tears of love, It takes to feel, Embrace, and express melody Reynaldo Casison

her Rose Beauty As she stretches, Her Rose Beauty, The Stars are luminous flowers Is there anything more lovely, Than a serene and exotic woman Dancing through the rain, In its naked gowns of symphony As she stretches, Her Iris Beauty, The Crescents are jazz and doves Is there anything more lovely, Than a generous and exotic woman, Dancing in the naked beams, of its gowns As she stretches, With Beauty, The Stars are Luminous flowers, And the Crescents, verses, Infinite with jazz and doves, And her ethereal beauty Reynaldo Casison

Jewels of your irises Jewels in the sky, Shining with their opalesque, Majesties It's the jewels of your irises, That sing An ethereal love, Their tears that transmute To diamonds and songs, Their fever that calms moons The jewels in the sky, Shining in the love, Of your hazel eyes, Of your almond eyes, Of your pretty blue eyes It's the jewels of your irises, That kisses our souls, a Kindred love, An affinity with its infinities Jewels in the sky, Shining with their affinities, And majesties, Nutrient Jewels of your irises, Kissing the gardens of our souls, Singing with Solace, Singing with Heavenly rain, Singing with Love Reynaldo Casison

Three doves of evening Three doves, In the caress Of evening One dove, In the Grove, Dancing with flamenco flair, With a lovely lady One dove, In the Maple tree, Caressing, a nightingales Song One dove, In the Moonglow, It's wings like champagne, Waxing it's luminous dress Three doves in love, In the damp vibrant shores, Of evening Reynaldo Casison

Sultry and Beautiful Your sultriness is refreshing, Refreshing as a distinctive beat, Your grit endearing as flower bulbs, Beaming down the Boulevard, And Pastures blessed with Singing rain, And the Pleasant silk Reams and Reams to relieve, Thy Majesties, You lathered, with the touching Staccatos, Fiber and Radiance With your shoulders, Like Magnificent altars, Ethereal Candlewax You Swoon, Through all the dizziness, Sultry and beautiful 'Songs of Pleasures and longing' Reynaldo Casison

Blooming in your eyelashes The rarified abundance Of thy Beauty Could fill all the emptiness in the world It's the wordless magnetism, Blooming in your eyelashes In a room overflowing, With splendid and boisterous Beauty, Yours is so quiet, it embraces me so loudly, Voluminously, And amazingly I don't feel so shy, Nor as lost within myself Thinking of you, My eyes well within me Microcosm of world, Everyone in the room is roleplaying, Why are we here You stand before me, I'm drinking Stars We meet for the first time and all time I Blink and in the Timelessness, Between, You twirl without twirling, Into a Neogothic sprite, Elemental, As an enchantment blessed Grove Waving wands in the endearing, Brush of mascara, Blooming in your eyelashes It must have been the brimming jewels, Of thy irises, And my reverent fondness of Shimmering lakes, I felt comfort there Instantly you were as ethereal oasis, Blessed with rare wine, And I longed to bask with thee, How I desired to sing love to thee It's the quaint magnitude, Of thy nurturing eyelashes, That keeps me enchantingly, Awake and Singing Eloquence of the magical quietude And Shimmering volumes, Blooming in your eyelashes 'Songs of Pleasures and longing' Reynaldo Casison

Loving lady, thy bloom Loving lady, Your endurance is heavenly, And your Compassions ever giving You exude Magnitudes, And an ethereal Calm You cup the plume and Singing colors, Relieving the straps, Of Boundlessness Beauteous, your style, Garment, and exquisiteness Loving lady, thy bloom Is as Ceaseless Blush Loving lady, thy bloom Is as Ceaseless Blush 'Songs of Pleasures and longing' Reynaldo Casison

Pouring forth kisses Blossom maiden, relieving pangs, This Night, you're riding beams, Bestraggled with Bliss, Unbuttoning the weariness, And pouring forth Kisses The Star blessed rafters, fawning Golden to the Hymn, Pouring forth Kisses, Hips touched with Radiance, You tremble with Splendors, Kisses Pouring, Heart soaring with Luscious jazz, And Gorgeous fullness, This Night, you're riding upon Magic, Tassels stretched like rolling mesas 'Songs of Pleasures and longing' Reynaldo Casison

Honey Solace The green is damp, As her soul, Symphony of rain Blush of midnight sun, Harp of translucent clouds, Tambourine of lillies, The green is damp, As her body, Nutrient rain of her soul Dew of her gown, Vast moonlight, Illumines the honey trees The green is damp, As a lillys soul, Nightingale reverie, Candle of luminous shores Warmth, solace of Moon, Damp honey, Within the soul of love Reynaldo Casison

Love and flamenco song She sways her hips, With love and flamenco song, Stretches her Beauty, And Relaxes, like a peach, Upon the orange cushion Reynaldo Casison

Lake bosom, canopy of moon What lakes are as warm, As your breasts, Under canopy of moon Their exotic and surreal, Elegance, Their voluptuous, Kindness, Caresses the lakes, Glistening stars, To the enrapturing shores, Of your love and Beauty They dance, Through the symphonies, Of lush rain, With their gentle bonfires, Of translucent rhythms They sigh, Like sonatas and candles, With their sweet compassions, So lovely, the Roses and irises, Relax with passion, Under canopy of moon, Their petals, Upon your sweet velvet hills Reynaldo Casison

Curvaceous kiss There's a Curvaceous kiss, Of moonlight, Hip evenings, That relieve like hymns, Of ocean waves Divine shores, Embrace with its balm There's a Curvaceous kiss, Of its Singers, painters, And dancers, Swaying in its palms Reynaldo Casison

Love Like a starlet, Is Ethereal Upon the ethereal blush, Of Evening, The garments of an exotic moon, Beams with nostalgic dews, Through the tangerine, Sunset clouds The warm seashells, Upon the shore sigh, With the honey waves, Undulant chorus, Love, Like a luminously, Gowned starlet, Is Ethereal Reynaldo Casison

Sequin angel Sequin angel, You dance the night away, Harbor lights, Of your honey days, Beams in your Solitude Sequin angel, In your ethereal gaze, Jazz sings, In your Cabaret wings, Nostalgia and insomnia, It's champagne and wine, Sequin angel, In your Sparkling honey dress, Dance a sweet honey tune The moondrenched, Lillies, irises, and roses, Sigh with sonnets, In your voluptuous, Silhouette Reynaldo Casison

Sensuous dancers The dancers are sensuous, As flowers, The ballerinas, gypsies, And flamenco dancers, petals of tradition, And modernity They dance in the streets, In the theaters, Upon the Shores, Within dreams, The butterflies, Enraptured, With the honey, Of their rhythms, Adorn their free flowing dresses, Thirsting for the fluidity, Of Beauty A violin weeps, With still joyous tears, A fountain in a plaza, Hymn kissed, With a nostalgia of stars Reynaldo Casison

Moon harmonies The ecstatic, Harmonies, Of her garden hoes, As the elegant moon, And wind blows Reynaldo Casison