La bela moça
A portrait of a beauty that should not exist
For the Gods did not miss a brush stroke on this canvas
Surpassing beauty, form, adorned with contours that scourn those that yearn to possess such a figure
Mocha skin akin to sheer velvet
Immediately to start melting ones heart who have felt it
Dealt the lips of a rose tis' true beauty to behold if she were to kiss you...
For the Gods did not miss a brush stroke on this canvas
Surpassing beauty, form, adorned with contours that scourn those that yearn to possess such a figure
Mocha skin akin to sheer velvet
Immediately to start melting ones heart who have felt it
Dealt the lips of a rose tis' true beauty to behold if she were to kiss you...