Honeysuckle,
Her hair,
Dances with Summer honey,
Through the winter blues
The moon,
With it's elegant vigors,
Combs it's warm damp coves,
With more warmth
Honeysuckle,
and Her long hair,
Down the rivulets,
Of her thighs,
The warm wind,
And her sighs,
Kissing candles,
Under the rose moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
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