Your fingers glide and slide along my body
like cool island breezes caressing my sun bronzed skin
The islands my ancestral home call out to me
as my body reacts to your lovers touch
A tribal dance in shades of scarlet I perform
for you upon the ocean of pure passion
Wave upon wave crashing against you
lapping upon your shore
Your lips against my mouth tasting
the salty residue of my island legacy
The exotic nature of my smile
reflecting in your eyes.
Your touch...your majestic touch
makes me happy and want you
It sooths the restlessness within me
calms my wanton soul
Your fingers glide...slide... and hide
They perform their language of love
Within my opened book of life
you read me like a well read novel
Chapter after chapter
you read and cannot put down
Page after page your fingers turning
and during this all my soul is burning
Burning like the hot sun on Haiti's shore
my book is for you to read and learn
Your fingers feel much as I tell my tale
The book is open and now you may read
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