Her hair,
Sensual in its waves,
And she is as beautiful as ever,
I want the moonbeams,
To dress her dancer body,
With warmth and love,
I want their hymns,
To kiss her lovely face,
With its mystique,
And its kindness to grace,
The warm curvatures,
Of your luminous hips,
And as she sings With love,
The evening nightingales,
revel,
In its waves,
the wind caresses,
The vineyards of your body,
the sensuality of her hair,
Her mooncaressed hips,
And she is warm,
and beautiful as ever,
Like a Nightingale,
Sighing in love
Reynaldo Casison