True Jamaican Beauty

The wind lifts her feet revealing the inner components of her beautiful physique
A body so toned and smooth the heavens declare her beauty is unmatched, in a class of her own
The sun hits the well defined structures of her face with eyes so bright she leaves you yearning for a taste
A taste of her skin , her lips her breasts a taste of happiness, a Jamaican woman at her greatest
She has dark skin, long straight hair she walks with such surety she is a Jamaican beauty
Mixed with different races she embodies the nation 'Out of Many one People'
She wears it on her blouse, she wears it on her heart
She's yet to speak but you've fallen in love with just one glimpse,
One glimpse of her face, one glimpse of her frame
She is a Jamaican beauty, you don't know her story, you don't know her name
Just one look at her body rocking from side to side to the rhythm of the reggae sound
She still hasn't said a word but her body reveals her inner thoughts
She moves across the dance floor and you follow her steps
One step, two steps, three steps, four you've stripped her with your eyes
Revealing that the Jamaican beauty is still pure

She has captured your mind, your body your soul
Her eyes have drenched your body of self as the heat of the passion you are imaging is being felt
She opens her mouth as she sings along to the song of the reggae band
Your jaw drops as her beautiful melody seals the deal of her already perfect anatomy
She is a Jamaican beauty with spark, rhythm and vitality
You approach her with shaking knees and ask her for a dance
She gently holds your hands and carries you across the dance floor
With each step,step,step your heart beats connect
She is a Jamaican beauty, beauty in its entirety

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