A woman,
hymning,
between her Midnight candles,
And the Moon, like lovers,
May feel at one with the Night,
Lounging with the dream,
Of its champagne stars,
While hymning within her Sublime beauty,
Her robe strewn like rose petals,
Her Beauty an unwrapped present,
By Warmths gentle and tender hands,
One candle dances with the other,
Like flamenco gypsies,
To the sweet rhythms,
Of her uncorked sighs,
Her sultry fishnets,
Waltzing along the majesties,
Of her ballerina thighs,
Caressing love at ones own pace,
The garden of her hips,
Are the exquisite crescendos,
of honey waterfalls,
With the Moonlit shores sweet symphony,
Shimmering,
The dreamy salsa,
and exotic romance,
Of,
Her loves hymning
Reynaldo Casison