Amid the shade of the coconut glade
When the sun sets in yonder sky
The rosy lips of sassy dips
Sings the numinous sweet lullaby.
The mystic kiss of tender lips
Beauty unhailed in alien forms
The sweet whiff of that mystic graze,
Woh my girl, sing the adorn surprise.
She has none to offer
Except her bare physique
She has nothing to offer
Amid her beauty disgrace.
The form is her only existence.
My girl, I look for you amid rigour
There is still yet another new moon
To kiss the tide
A new morn for open concealed delight.
A tender kiss, genteel dips,
Amid the magic of anonymous wonder
Woh my girl, kiss your shame
To fulfil yourself
With magic pitiful wonder.
I who has traversed the forlorn billets
Amid the distrait barren debonairness.
In quest of the that magic wonder.
Not your crotch or boobs I desire
In quest of a beauty who can flare
The serenity of life alien
In its supreme desire.