"salsas" poems
Nuez moscada
Unico
La seleccion mas natural
Nuez moscada molida nuez moscada
Modo de empleo
Por su aroma y ligero sabor
Picante es ideal para sopas
Espinacas coliflor patatas
Aperativos carnes croquetas
Salsas y en reposteria
Peso neto 45 gramos
Conservar en un lugar fresco y seco
Nuez moscada
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
She sways within the Midnights
Vineyards an exotic gypsy
With a rose in her hair
Her Love is naked as the moonlight
Her gaze is a bouquet that sighs
My Beauty waltzes uniquely for you
To Soothe your Blue
with the Sublime
You ease your mind
Because shes simply fine wine
And for the first time,
Your love feels at home
Because theres Something unique
In her sway,
A sweet Affinity
like youve both
Caressed with the diamonds
And golden flowers of Infinity
Where sweet love is free to really love
She loosens her velvet robe
With your every care
And tousles the honey of her hair
And for the first time
The Rose love WithIn you
Is really there
Youre together alone
away from the tumult and bustle
Your heartache melts
like the Winter snow
With her Exotic beautys honey flow
The luminosities of the Heavenly moon
Intimately aglow
Because theres Something sweet
In her gaze, her love like candles
Tenderly ablaze
Like you both have felt the same
Sweet kisses of the Evening rain
And sipped its stars loving champagne
WithIn the moonlit canopy
Of divine vineyard vines
She salsas like shes read
All of Neruda sonnets
And Love poems
and even some of your own
And your kindred love
Is deep as the moon is high
And sweet in the Midnights sky
Her Beauty waltzes with you
And your Love together alone
Is renovating romance and sighs
Because theres Something exquisite
In her sway,
you can love her forever and a day
She waltzes in The Midnights
Vineyard like a Salsa rose
Her robe upon the caress
of the fine wine vines
You sweetly kiss your loves
rose bouquets within her breast
Tender sweet in her pretty soul
Youve both never felt so Whole
Her hair in the vineyard breeze
Her iris stilletos upon her heels
With the Rose Gold of the Moon
Your love luminously WithIn there
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM UTC
The man on the street who sells roses to those who are prone to divorces ,in days so cold, ice is no needed,
leave in summer come back in November
thoughts of suicide
stress to my hunger
crackers in my salsas.
where did all the tortillas chips go
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
And their gaze waltzes
Exquisitely like moonlit
Hips of Bohemian women
That Salsas and lounge
Upon a luminous shore of love,
Soothing bonfires
Beside honey blossoming coves
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC