There’s nothing like the scent of dew
Staff Writer - Latoya Wakefield
as a day rises…anew
Grateful to Jah that I’m alive
So in love with the sunrise
No greater luxury than the couches of love
Soaked in its essence, lost in its grace
feels so amazing, being in Cupid’s daze
Stop the clocks so I can stay in your embrace
Entangle your body with mine, Wind
make me scream, make me sing
in the rain, all day…until dusk
Insatiablity is a pleasant must
The threshold of ectasy, Rose,do you dare to enter?
The epitome of love lays in your center
Lay with me, with you I’m not afraid
Viavacity endures…no black, white or gray
Rays, with you I’ll never stray
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You keep the path clear as you brighten up my days
You’re the reason that I breathe…that I still believe
You pave my destiny
Nature I wanna marry you
You love me without me telling you how to
Our flaws are in time, we’ve got the blessing of the Divine
Just whisper that you’ll be mine
Finally I see that true love exists
Putting the magic in me without even a kiss
1 plus 1 equals two
Lust, infatuation, obssession… adieu to you
by Latoya Wakefield
This is a taste of much more to come in the coming weeks with CaribDirect’s Caribbean Poetry Corner.
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