Sweet hipped woman,
Of fine salsa dreams,
Stilleto adorned,
The princes like palm trees,
The sultry shore adores,
There is none quite like you,
amidst the gypsy dancers,
Few and many, with such wild breasts,
Like midnight waves,
Dreaming themselves to shore,

Amidst the lovely ladies with corsets,
Thy heels are vineyard kisses,
And the ample love,
within your bosom,
Reigns supreme,
Grace of stars,
rains your compassionate light,

I can love you from afar,
And intimate as a gaze,
Like the champagne stars,
Undressing the Night,
With deep moonlight,
And rarest of roses,
For the irises and infinities,
Of your kindred love,

Thy brows a wanderlust serenade,
Thy exotic face a gardens,
blushing delights,
You could do without fur,
For your love is warm with candlelight,
Thy curvatures like the sublime cruise,
Of a lake,
my love has strewn,
with hymns and flowers,
For there is none quite like you,
With such wild breasts,
amidst the jazz and gypsy dancers,

The fountains are seashell vixens,
And there is none quite like you,
With wild breasts,
Yet you are so serene and modest,
Amidst the gypsy dancers
Reynaldo Casison