Many warm women dancing,
Rivers of Moon rhythms
I love you,
With your exotic dresses,
And Songs of love,
We drift into Loves isles,
The irises along the lake,
Rain with your blush
Your warm Salsa,
Your warm Salsa,
And this hymn leaves honey,
Upon the fine altars,
of your thighs
The irises rain with your blush,
And raspberry sighs,
Drift from the Song,
Warm on your lips,
The irises rain with your blush
Many warm women dancing,
Their rivers of Moon rhythms,
Flamenco moods,
in Gypsy moons,
The irises rain with your blush
Your sighs leave their honey bouquets, of warm Solace,
Within the empty vase,
Filled with the irises,
And Loves naked gowns
Warm Salsa, sighs,
And many women dancing,
In the evenings exotic stillness
Reynaldo Casison
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