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I live in Florida and I always thought the sway of Palm Trees in a light breeze in the moonlight looks like the erotic sway of dancers, so this poem was born, at least in part, from that thought. The line "hear the beckoning swish" along with "native beauties," and "shadow dance" are all clues that I am talking about a row of palm trees gently swaying on the beach in the moonlight.