Embarking on the plane, and leaving the snow banks
For warm destination of beach, sea and sandals
With a gorgeous lady that lights up my candles
The long lost paradise givng us many thanks

Soaking up the event on the busy white beach
Of these hustling black men, approaching the tourists
With smooth lines and muscles, that seem to sway purists
To melt away their souls for a physical breach

Feeling sick this odd day, the woman goes alone
Like an eternity, time slowed to a slow crawl
The dreamers might approach and given her catcall

Opening of the door, she gently exhales moan
Brushing off the advance, and getting in shower
She smells a crudest must, no more a wallflower