The moonlight,
caresses,
Your hair,
Like an ocean,
Caresses,
A blue river,
With its golden shimmers,
All the way down,
To your dancer heels,

The dancer eloquence,
Of your thighs,
Your breasts,
Your hips,
And the sanctuary,
Of your summery navel,
Are deep valleys and divine hills,

The moonlight,
Embraces and gently kisses,
With its irises of love,
And our admiration,
Of your kind,
And voluptuous beauty,
That makes the vineyards,
Hymn its love,

As the moonlight,
Caresses your hair,
Kisses tenderly thy brows,
Youre in its,
And your natural,
Flowing dress,
All the way down,
To your dancer heels
Reynaldo Casison