from google




the rains over jo’burg …





the african rain envelopes all,

shushing the noise and quelling the din,

scalding the skin,

raging inflamed and ablaze,

deep within …



… as fingertips scribble verses on a soft naked back,

as couplets are whispered in ears, stoking the fire,

flesh achingly sweltering, with untamed desire,

the dancing candlelight sweeping across a sensuous body,

the yearning wild, begging for a sweet sensual taste,

of lips to be sipped,

gently at first,

and only later with greedy haste,

as the rains caress jo’burg with the sounds of an unending pitter-patter,

two bodies entwined, hungrily devouring each other,

while savouring the sensations that consumes them all,

in the twilight, amidst the rainbow,

as the soft sunlight takes leave,

and as another dusk over the blazing african skies,

begins to fall …





from google

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