Within March,
My exotic love danced,
From within a dream,
And my gaze shimmied,
Along the sweet hills,
of her hem,
To caress a kiss of Beauty,
And its melodious flowers,
of hymn,

Her eyes were enchanted,
as sparkling diamonds,
Like the stars she loved,
To gaze upon,
Her rhythms waltzed,
With her ballerina grace,
From the coves of her honey hips,

Alone together,
She did a salsa for me,
Within March,
within vineyard lanes,
Intimate and finely hued,
And sashayed the sighing fields,
She wore my love,
like a sweet Rose moon,
It gave her warmth,
Through every season,
it is her favorite shimmering,
and velvet gown,

Within March, within dreamy vineyards,
My love sashayed,
And with luminous moon sighs,
As we strewn flowers,
Upon her thighs sweet hills,
Along the fine velvet of her hem,
Jazz and tender tuned thrills,

Beside the shimmers of shore,
With evening chimes,
Within the moonlit waves,
Her Beauty,
and,
my love waltzes like folklore
Reynaldo Casison