The lovely ladies,
Are within their Vista vineyard loft,
After an evening sunflower sashay,
Within the sweet sunflower field,

The sunflower moon glows tenderly,
Through their lavendar velvet curtains,
The golden haired lady is so delighted,
By their sunflower sashay together,
That she begins swaying,
like a warm and carefree sunflower,
With lovely and jazzy rhythms,

Her dancing,
has become more loose and sensual,
Her voluptuous curves and moves,
sensuous as waves,
and vibrant as the sunflowers,
glowing in the evening moon,

The exotic brunnette mesmerized,
By her lovers sashay and sway,
Sweetly hums,
When you sweetly dance,
I get in some kind of trance,
This move, and that move,
You sashay and sway,
With such ease,
And lovely essence,
With the honey flow of your hips,
And the moonglows crescents,

Its as if I'm in the sweetest sunflower field, loveliest garden, and sensuous cabaret,
Whenever you sway and dance,
Its like some kind of trance,
Mesmerizingly sweet
Reynaldo Casison