I Kiss So Sweetly WithIn,
Herself,
Whenever Her Beauty Caresses Me,
Not Longing for My Own Hips,
I Can Feel Rhythms Exquisitely,
Why Should I Care to Hurt my Hips,
Or Myself,
Since I Can Feel the Moon,
With the Luminous Beauty,
of her Love,
And,
Crescent Hips
Reynaldo Casison