There she magically grooves

To the ethereal rhythm of her own

Sacrosanct wind

Her sensual way of being

The unabashed generosity

Of her warm spritely spirit

There she magically grooves

There she magically grooves

She feels my love within

How wonderful for one's irises

To be delighted by such

Tender firm beauty

There she magically grooves

Her lavender islands

She's satiated to fulfill her longing

for my adoring reverent love

There she magically grooves

Her voice  a resplendent sparrow

For the lobes and the rhythms

Reverence

There she magically grooves,

Wistfulness in her irises

There she magically grooves

There she magically grooves

There she magically grooves

In the wistfulness of my irises

Reynaldo Casison