The Moon is like lovers - some so full of themselves you can't break your gaze away, while others are half-lovers - here tonight, gone tomorrow - and then there are those - the quarter-lovers - you know, the kind who shine and pass by - slow in the short nights - not stopping long enough to even whisper - goodbye, my love.
Hearty laughter and untamed voices, Bright red lipsticks and brazen choices, Bold heels studded with some virtues-some vices, Tongues laden with sharp, unabashed spices Go out and out, and be proud, women, The time is right, to be loud, women!