Rhythms of Her Love and Beauty
When her love,
and dress,
Is in slow motion,
Your love races,
To kiss the moon,
With a hymn,
So it may kiss,
And caress,
Her soul,
When her Beauty,
Is a beam of light,
And glides like wings,
Your love slows down,
To sigh with the moon,
With a song,
So she may hum,
And sigh,
Sensuously,
Within her sensual being,
When the rhythms,
Of her,
love and Beauty,
Is still,
As a seashell,
Upon the shore,
Your love,
caresses ,
the sun,
The moon,
And its sparkling stars
Reynaldo Casison
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Reynaldo Casison
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