A slight whiff goes into my soul,
With it comes the fragrance.
As I dream of a tropical bowl,
My mind starts to dance.
Steps, steps and steps I take,
Left, right and left yet again,
Meters come as a nifty cake,
Like ripples going on a surly chain.
And off they go to mix in flight,
On their way to pure delight,
As my sultry steps astride
Shed their all ego.
Cool to watch, I sense in spree,
Today my mind does want to be free,
Silent wonder darts as a bee,
Goes ahead my niño.
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