Night of Love in Andalusia - Revised Repost

I lounge lazily on my deck chair Up high in the spacious loggia Loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... The ocean ebbs into the small bay As the sun sets far away over the horizon. From below electric lights flash on One by one and guitars are strummed. The enticing aroma of paella wafts up But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting. In the summer heat, I wait, For the night to bring her near, With a dance so sweet, she'll appear, The summer heat is scarcely relieved By the faint ocean breeze The murmur of people reaches me. She has arrived and the guitars sing. So does my heart as I behold my wife. Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes, Her skirt resembling a veronica, Like a cape that baits the bull In a Spanish bloody arena. But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting. I cannot see her red, red lips That taste like lavender in height of summer, I can just barely make out her silhouette, Her sexual curves, her lithe footing, Her inviting mien, her head held high, a proud senora dancing just for love. In the summer heat, I wait, For the night to bring her near, With a dance so sweet, she'll appear, Soon the dance will end and I... Why I just wait till she'll come to me, In the dark cover of the night. With a tequila and a night of love.