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.
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