YOUR MOUTH FROM SUGAR CANE...

Fast sailing Brigantine
We fly to the warm waves of happiness.
Your mouth from sugar cane
Drink too much of my heavenly communion.

Pour the juice seductive-nectar, —
As molasses Strait through the soul into the body.
Swim in the sky of the ocean sky-high,
To us his heart has become attached.

Tickles the neck of the wind-restless,
Your looking for the night of enjoyment.
Ran the last lunar lunatic
Pre-dawn the sun is on all the chest goes.

Intoxicated lapping Laguna in Roma
And cuddles in the first beam...
Waiting for the ferry on the ferry
Two of our souls in the solar plexus.