I remember the lavish dinners
And the women so buxom too.
Decked in their finest jewelry,
Eyes sparkling, like the morning dew.
The violins added splendor
To the dances of those times.
Romance was kept subdued, yet existed,
In the garden, when the moon shines.
Passion removed the garments,
From the unblushing lass.
And love grew even stronger,
As milady let out a gasp.
Those men so bold, have now grown old,
And the ladies remember when
The moon was shining on their bodies,
And lust became their sin.