Her Locs

Sitting at the table, I looked to my right
What came to my eyes was a beautiful sight
A Caribbean beauty with locs in her hair
Took my breath away, couldn’t help but to stare

They looked so full, must have taken years to sprout
She was so remarkable; she would have been beautiful with or without
But with them, her beauty extends
Flowing locs with golden highlights at the ends

I wanted to look away, but that wasn’t the case
I just couldn’t get past how they accentuated her face
This was not the only way in which her beauty was stressed
She walked across the room gracefully in a long black dress
When I saw her, I said “Oh yes”

Intimidation and a determination came all at the same time
I wished I could talk to her, but I became a mime
She owned eyes that through the soul she could penetrate
But still possessed the power to sedate

More than a double take, I couldn’t stop from looking back
At the girl with the locs in the dress that’s black
Sitting two or so tables away
I’m hoping to myself that she looks my way

I’m sure our eyes met at least once or twice
Now all I need is a way to break the ice
Sitting in my chair on-looking, this is quite a shame
I want to talk to her…if only I knew her name

Natural Beauty

I sit on the shore and stare at this beautiful lady
Who captures my attention in many ways
Her bright eyes pierce through me like daggers
Locking with mine in an endless gaze that I can’t break
Maybe looking into them was my first mistake

Her full lips must taste of fresh carambola juice
With just the right number of ice cubes
A refreshing experience a kiss on them would be
Her natural hair accents her already exquisite features
Falling and crashing on her shoulders as if a waterfall
She is in all aspects truly a rare creature all in all

I suppose her voice sounds like sweet Bouyon music
Able to put one’s soul at ease with much ease
Whisper to me, speak to me, sing to me please
In that patois that I would not understand
But would listen on just because of the way it trills
She smells of good food: roasted breadfruit, agouti, and crab
Wafting through the air and into my
Sending me on a craze and a longing to take in more
Of the beauty from the Isle of Splendor

Her brown skin is just the perfect shade
So that when the sun hits it, she glows
Just by looking at her my adoration grows
I figure that her figure leaves many trying to figure it out
Her curves move in and out and through and through
Like one of three sixty-five rivers winding down the jungle

To dance with her would be like taking a bath in the bay
Just like the waves that reach for the shore
Back and forth her hips sway
When she sewos oh when she sewos
The freedom in the way that she moves

The expressions that she displays on her face
The brightness that is in her smile
Is as beautiful as the place she’s from
This natural beauty from the Nature Isle