The generous soul,
And fine exotic eyes,
Of your naked exotic beauty,
Is that of the moonlight,
Upon the honey waters,
At midnight blush,

Your naked exotic beauty,
Is that of the vineyards,
In its plentitude of honey,
The honey translucence,
Of your breasts,
Is where wine and warm,
Kisses dream to be,
In the sweet hilltops,
Of their heavenly bliss,
The most lovely,
Under the warm sun,
And bright moon,
In the cinematic skies,

Your naked exotic beauty,
Is one that comforts,
And exhilarates,
It comforts,
With the modest voluptuous,
Caress of its warm and enchanting,
Charm,
And it exhilarates,
Like wild pretty horses,
You have rode through,
The evening vineyards,
And it comforts,
With the mango sweetness,
Of your crescent curvatures,
That births irises sighs,
In the vineyards evening light,
And mandolin winds,

Your naked exotic beauty,
Is a warm sophistication,
Of an infinite splendor,
And honey,
Your ballerina dancer thighs,
Are exquisite curvatures,
Of the finest crescents,
They caress the only dress,
That wont leave you,
When all the dresses,
Have gone dancing,
And that dress that
Your lovely exotic naked beauty,
Wears,
Is your splendid dress,
Of love,
That caresses you kindly,
And warm, as the moon does,
In the warmth of midnights,
Comforting kisses,

Your naked exotic beauty,
Is one nourished,
By the salons and vineyards,
Where its lovely flowers bloomed,
It is calm and exhilarating,
As the horses gallop,
Through the midnight vineyards,
And the stargazers iris sighs,
Through its sweet mango,
Caressing curvatures,
And warm,
and lovely silhouette
Reynaldo Casison