The tropical island.

The tropical islands

We live on an island where there are two volcanoes, and their hot, steamy lava flows down into one and hits the ground. Just like are love flows into one when there is no one around, Your hair blows through the tropical breeze, and your eyes sparkle, but your ruby-red lips are like lava, smooth and hot to the touch. When you walk by, even the flowers look up at your beauty. They know they can't compare; they won't open, and they don't dare. But I love you, and I care so let's go down to the lagoon and make love till noon.