Black Sea-Maid
By Yvan Jean-Pierre

The smile in your face this morning
Shines like a Tropical sun
That looms over the haze in the predawn.
Behold! Are you aware of it?

My goodness! I will be a happy man
In a loincloth dressing
If you let me see it glowing again
Upon your sensuous lips tonight
O Black Sea-maid of the Isles!