Golden crescents,
Of sweet evening,
Hymns,
Even when she yawns,
She's pretty,
Wrapped in her exquisite fur,
Golden crescents,
When she sighs,
She's a pretty and dreamy lady,
Wrapped in her exquisite fur,
Golden crescents,
Kisses her hips,
Her love awakes,
In the sublime cream,
And hymn,
Of her exquisite fur,
And Beauty
Reynaldo Casison
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