The lovely ladies,
Are chilling,
In their loft,
The jazz is warm and soft,

The golden haired lady,
Lights a lavendar candle,
For her exotic brunette lover,

In the warm candleglow,
With nothing much besides,
A cherry beret, on her head,
And lavendar feather boa,
Upon her shoulders,

She does a scintillating shimmy,
And a salsa dance,
So mezmerizing and sweet,
Her golden hair lover,
Awakens from her trance,
And dances,
and shimmies,
Into her loving caress,
Their love, silhouettes,
and dancer bodies,
In the warmth ,
of sweet candleglow
Reynaldo Casison