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In the pure ecstasy of the moment
All is forgotten
As my hands explore her body
Moans escape the lips
Words of lust
She begs for release
My lips leave hers and follow the paths left by my fingers moments ago
across her caramel skin
From her neck to her beautiful breasts I leave marks of my love
And down her stomach too her valley
And I partake of her nectar
Her moans turning into screams
Her mouth open in a silent o
Glasses askew her hair a mess
I come up and kiss her
Letting her taste herself
As I enter
Her pleading answered
She asks for more I give it to her
Deep inside
Her smell is sweet her body warm her pink wet and tight
I love it it drives me crazy
As I push harder and faster
The climax comes
And the night is still far from over

THE DAM

You looked into my eyes
and kissed me
with your soft lips
embraced me tightly
until I felt the force
from your hips

Caressed my entire being
and we looked up at the stars
you breathed me in
as we became one
that place is now ours

The beauty of nature
surrounded us
our bodies
kissed by the crisp air from the trees
my skin was bare
and fully exposed... and yet
in your arms,
I felt completely at ease

The view
from our rock bed
has to have been the best yet...

That night
at the Dam...
is a night I will never forget

Harvest Noon

you glow like the light of the harvest moon
soft golden rays to fill my starry heart

your sweet breath teases my naked skin
so warm and moist like a southern breeze

your scent the perfume of night blooming flowers
your taste salty and tangy like the warm sea air

your body trembles at my slightest touch
 a  willow tree, shook by the lusty wind

your mossy rise is so dewy and inviting, 
softly, and seductively, it calls out me...

 to kneel and taste your secret delights
lost in a vortex of your endless desire

as the harvest moon looms overhead
and bathes our flesh in it's  soothing light

ON A TIRED HOUSEWIFE

ERE lies a poor woman who was always tired,

She lived in a house where help wasn't hired:

Her last words on earth were: 'Dear friends, I am going

To where there's no cooking, or washing, or sewing,

For everything there is exact to my wishes,

For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes.

I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,

But having no voice I'll be quit of the singing.

Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never,

I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.'

LITTLE LESSONS

HE love I bear you, dearest,

Would make the sweetest tale,

We'd sail upon a sea of bliss,

And I would lift the sail.

Our happiness would be sublime,

Surpassing tongue or pen.

You may as well learn things from me,

As to learn from other men.

 

"Oh! you have touched me--deeply--"

The young thing whispered low.

He pleaded: "Come! oh! come with me."

She could not answer: "No."

She said: "I'll be your pupil."

And softly added then:

"I may as well learn things from you

As to learn from other men."

 

They dined alone that evening,

And the young man got his wish.

They even broke the unwritten law

At half-past three, next morning,

He staggered home again.

She had taught him tricks he never knew,

That she'd learned from other men.

WE WILL ENJOY

The raptures of that night!

What fierce convulsions of delight!

How in each other's arms involv'd

We lay confounded, and dissolved!

Bodies mingling, sexes blending,

Which should most be lost contending,

Darting fierce and flaming kisses,

Plunging into boundless blisses;

Our bodies, and our souls on fire.

Tost by a tempest of Desire;

Till with utmost fury driven,

Down, at once, we sunk to heaven.

A BRAND NEW DAY

Rest your head and close your eyes
Everything will be okay
For when you wake with the sweet sunrise
It will be a brand new day
Turn down the lights and pull me close
Feel only the beating of our hearts as we lay
For when you wake with the soft morning breeze
It will be a brand new day
Relax your body and caress my soft hair
Let all of life's worries melt away
For when you wake with the warm summer scent
It will be a brand new day
Fall fast asleep and dream with me
Whisper "I love you, I'm here to stay"
For when we wake in each other's arms
It will be a brand new day

AFTERMATH

AST night, we fled, close locked, in sweet embrace,

Across the empty kingdom women call "Space."

So deep the solitude, I could but feel

Your fear within. It made my senses reel.

I clasped you closer, with encircling arm,

As though to shield you from impending harm

And like a zephyr, from the sun-kissed South,

I felt the pressure of your trembling mouth.

 

A flame shot through my soul, in that first kiss.

I was on fire. I knew no thought but this;

I loved you--mind, heart, body, brain and soul.

And had--since centuries first began to roll.

And when your melting mouth had answered mine,

Within your eyes, a new-born light divine

Proclaimed the wondrous miracle was done,

And our two souls had melted into one.

Oh! idiot Earth, to waste the dew of youth,

Along the borderlands of perfect truth!

Oh! dolts and dullards, with your feet of clay!

To shun the glorious light of perfect day!

In that first kiss, the past was all laid bare.

The future years, transparent as the air

In swift procession, swept across our path

And left me drunk, with love's sweet aftermath.

A Riddle

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:
In secret places most I seek to hide me,
For he who feeds me never can abide me.

Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
A coloured hue; polychromatic flames
Had flickered at a whim; a rhythm bore
A thrumming too: a naturalistic hymn.
Behold! Were I to find a synonym to
Reproduce or recreate
The apparition of a butterfly,
Evolving through the waning vapour,
Drawing on a sigh from this romantic.
Glory be! The raging sun above
Had fired his furnace, flaming off
The hangers on. Now I saw the flare:
His time has come. He spread a tortoiseshell –
A scene of Mother Nature at her best.
I lay in peace in knowing I was blessed.

Mother's Love

Her love is like

an island in life's ocean,

vast and wide

A peaceful, quiet shelter

From the wind, the rain, the tide.

'Tis bound on the north by Hope,

By Patience on the West,

By tender Counsel on the South

And on the East by Rest.

Above it like a beacon light

Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;

And thro' the changing scenes of life

I find a haven there.

For my Butterfly: Waithera Kinyanjui