Her dancer legs,
Are,
Like Summer lillies,
Swaying,
In stillness,

Her dancer legs,
Are,
Like an enchanted forest,
Thick,
With honey,
And,
Slender,
With rose mists,

Her dancer legs,
Are like spring lakes,
Agile and sweet,

Whatever dance she does,
Whether its the salsa,
Or the waltz,
Her dancer legs,
Are the moonlights delight,
In the warm deep night
Reynaldo Casison