Don't mind the lyrics

She stands in moon's grace, dressed in ivory silk,

A river of purity flowing through her veins.

Soft and warm, a beauty so rare,

Fragrance of heaven, a body without sins.

Her curves, a mystery,

So tender, rich and elegant.

Her opulent pearls shine bright,

Looking ever so magnificent.

Bathed in tender devotion,

A gift of deep, sensual beauty.

Nourishing all in her embrace,

Her cheeks glows red and pretty.

Between her velvet thighs,

Runs a sacred hymn.

The cradle of birth, echoes of eternity.

Full of innocence, a beautiful rhyme