Her hip,
In her svelte,
Evening dress,
Is sweeter,
Than a crescent moon,

Her hair,
Long,
Deep and warm,
As the Night,

Her breasts,
Voluptuous,
As the Midnights,
Warm grace,
And blush,

Her hem,
And her beauty,
Kisses,
All the way down,
To her heels,
With the crescents love,

In a tender stillness,
Her hip,
Glows,
Warm with love,
And,
Sings,
Sweeter,
Than a crescent moon
Reynaldo Casison