Sizzling
+1Darling, the Jamaican night was sizzling.
And so were you in your one piece bathing suit.
Looking delicious like pineapple fruit.
The brilliant stars dotted the sky.
Beads of pearls dripped down your face.
Sweet coconut milk on your lips I could taste.
A lady of high fashion.
A white sand beach.
A night filled with passion.
You and I climbing love’s highest peak.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.
On the beach in Jamaica? This is quite a count. Thank you.