The veranda garden is caressed,
By the enchanted light,
Of a full moon,
The evening is an open embrace,
For the lovely ladies,
To slow dance to salsa jazz,
The exotic brunnette,
hums romantically,
Dont dance in the past,
My dear love,
And her golden hair lover,
With her luminous curls,
In the silk of the wind,
Sighs,
I'm in your caress,
Sweetie,
Where I always want to be,
The exotic brunnette,
Hands,
Firmly and sweetly,
on her lovers hips,
Gives her the present,
of a sensuous jazz kiss,
Within the rose silhouette,
Of the evening moonlight
Reynaldo Casison