Ethereal woman,
the Crescents of Summer,
Glows with the love,
And warmth of your Beauty
Ethereal woman,
Your hair is a sweet vineyard,
For the moons,
rivulets and honey
Ethereal woman,
Your breasts,
Are so voluptuous for your dress,
Your breasts,
Are so voluptuous for the moon,
Your love is voluptuous as our moon
My songs caresses,
Your willow Body,
Like the moons glistening gown,
Warm Solace And sighs,
Within your dress,
Within your soul
Ethereal woman,
There's something
about your hips,
Their svelte curvatures,
Dance, like an iris of the moon
Ethereal woman,
The warm blush,
Of your body,
Flows like a honey river,
To the silhouette,
And moon of your love
Reynaldo Casison
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