In a pink jeep, she rides, through the sunset’s glow,
A vision of beauty, with hair like the snow.
Blonde locks cascading, a waterfall of light,
My beautiful Brazilian angel, a breathtaking sight.
With a black angel tattoo, wings spread wide,
She carries the spirit of carnival inside.
A mark of life, etched on her skin,
A story of passion, but worn with a grin.
Her body, so lithe, her breasts like sweet plums,
I want to be with her, our bodies as one.
She’s the queen of the beaches, where pineapples grow,
A tropical dream, in the world’s vibrant show.
Her eyes, how they sparkle, when down on her knees,
Her gaze pointed upwards, eager to please.
In her presence, I’m lost, in a world so divine,
Where every moment with her is a treasured Valentine.
