I've never been there...
never really thought about it...
but you have me wondering:
"What is this place that can produce a person
as beautiful as you".
You've been my friend, my lover, my compainon.
You helped me discover a part of myself
I thought or didn't know exisited.
You try to be there for me
the times I push you away the most.
I can't help but smile when
you pinch my ass and tell me
"Have a nice day."
Through your eyes I view the auspious land,
your lips as sweet as sugar cane,
your breast like ripe mangos,
between your legs the many waterfalls
(and other rare treats).
But in your arms which are my favorite
I feel the sun, the warmth, the love.
You ask me, "Will you go home to Jamaica with me?"
"Why not I've already been there,