Welcome To Jamaica Poem by Craig Fieldings

How I adore Jamaica, in all her beauty.

Vibrant colors of clothes displays her passion for life, a slight accent from her native tongue adds to her exotic style.

Like mother Jamaica, she shares her curvaceous shape and struts and strides like the waves along her shores.

Her hair smells of fresh cut sweet smelling flowers that can only be found deep in the bosom of Jamaica’s forest green.

Oh, how I love the sight and the feel of her skin, soft as a newborn and silky as coco butter.

Jamaica places me into a spell with those seductive eyes that pierce into the soul, and those nice full luscious rosy lips that feel like virgin cotton to the touch.

Arie.. MON…. followed with a nice firm hand shake reminds the world I am a confident, intelligent, sexy and proud Jamaican woman, hear me roar.