WOMAN OF THE ISLAND
skin as dark as cocoa
smooth as silk
the sweet plum lips that
spoke the language of our forefathers
the way she moved her hips
to the rhythm of the island
They way the grass skirt
moved side to side
and the coconut cups
on her succulent breast
bounced back and forth
they way she stared at me
her brown eyes piercing into
my heart, spirit, soul, and body
her movement mesmerized me
as she moved I followed
away from the crowd and
into the shadowy forest
the music began to fade
now it was just me and her
right there and then
she took me out of
this world and straight
into heaven
woman of the island
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