Latino ladies dance and burn; Deep <br />within the corridors of my concern <br /> <br />Dancehalls have besoilled my mind <br />But these eyes they smile! And there is; <br />Numerous nights of mocca angles kind <br /> <br />And the bed where I once woke <br />Self-indulgent shadows of our night <br />Shapely suttle Spanish sway she spoke <br /> <br />And as my eyes grow dimmmer <br />My coffee cup begins to glimmer <br />Maria’s skin begins to shimmer<br /><br />William Cavanagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-maria/
