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Jun 2021
Would you dance with me,
Would you waltz, samba and rumble  for me.
Would you be a body ******, turn to a bow for me.

In our secret hideout, just you and i.
They only thing clothing us, is our shyness
As we await for the camp fire to die,
And the night darkness to blanket us,
The night sky is filled with sweet night songs.
A night gale here, a baboon call there and bushbaby call somewhere.
In our cave, on bed of leaves we seat,
Our proximity so close.
I cant hold it any longer, i just have to gaze to you.
Into your eyes, deep brown eyes,
I see an ocean deep and clear
In the dying ambers, i catch a glimpse of the tide,
The current of desire, the depth of your hunger.
Gorgeous eyes, pure and white.
Am a sailor in the ocean, am ready to be drowned.

With just a gaze, its enough,
Without a word everything is said,
I am a parched desert and you are an oasis.

The cold night breeze, draws us nearer,
Like a magnet our body heat attracts us to each other.
As we lock in a hug, and rock on our leafy bed of rock.
We transform from the, harmless lambs, into jungle wilds.
Like a vampire am drawn in for the ****, like a dracula you seek taste of blood,
Our barrier, the linen, are shred to bits.
With heaving and growling the beasts are let out
We disturb the quite night, with our wild song.
Am the raging fire, am trying to consume, and like a tempest ocean storm you are trying to drown me.
The leaves on our bed fly everywhere, as to bodies are locked in a pleasure contest.
A crescendo, a Harmony a sweet surrender.
The ocean bashes against the hardrock,  the fire heats up the ocean water.
Then the two night creatures howl, in ecstasy,  trembling in waves ands waves of pleasure.
As they lay locked, and catching breath, smiles Break into their sweaty face.
The nightgale, the baboon and bushbaby now make a unison song.
A best for year 2021
Lil,
ALEX mbuni IKINGI
Written by
ALEX mbuni IKINGI  Meru Kenya
(Meru Kenya)   
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