West Indian Woman

As she walks with a graceful rhythm, when the wind brushes her hair back from her neck down to her soul. Where the fire ignites her flaming beauty.From the deep in the Himalaya's to the Caribbean sea. Her scents draws the scenes of pleasure from a weary sole to a man of stature.She is West Indian from many cultures in the islands across the seas.When she laughs it's infectious to everyone. From the early morning rise,to the setting sun. Once you get to know her you would always learn. No matter where you come from you will return.