Caribs

The scent of bamboo fills our nostrils every fucking where
Palm oil drips from dreads and naturally curly hair
We fear what we are as we grind from the Bahamas to the Carribean
Crushing coconuts upon bamboo with a fierce love rarely seen

You're hotter than sex in a bungalow at the beach
Fucking seventh level of hell and I'm down in it deep
Burst withheld as we whisper and scream our speech
Hair grasped and pulled as the pain and heat are never reached

I claim relational comatose based on what I sexually know
Fucking dragging a shots or a blunt across my lips like a real mojito
Skin so succulent and with it's addiction it draws me in
The air rolling in on the waves screams our names again and again

Yeah coconut cup bras and grass skirts have enticed and did their job
Larger coconut cups worn by me on a manhood that you made throb
Haha just imagine me a painkiller banging a pina colada out of my Bahama Mama
With tequila sunrises flowing in on a bay breeze as we crushed like a margarita

Imprints of our bodies are dug in  from the cabanas to the water's edge
On their knees rum runners can be heard as they give jungle birds head
Blue Hawaii swirls as like an eddy in rhythm to our sweating and grinding hips
Sweat pooling in the hollow of your neck and belly button invites me to take another sip

Fucking waves crash with every gasp, hell yeah our tides are rising
Eyes of the sea returns my stare both hypnotic and mesmerizing  
Waterfalls cascade a top waiting rocks as sea foam rolls in on your shores
Aye who needs to drink the rums of pirates when your intoxicating elixir pours