the passion of my pen: you …




this pen dipped in ink, scribbles odes to you,


my fingers caressing your bare back, paints words of a love so true,


while in your eyes swirls the raging fire,


the passion of my pen scalds my being entire.




i may scribble a poem or two, my meagre words unable to convey,


the roaring furnace you have lit within me, this dervish who in a daze does sway,


sprinkling kisses on your honeydew lips,


feeling the desire raw and thirsting, from my soul to my fingertips.




your love has breathed life, awakening my slumbering heart,


to beat in tune with yours, scribbling oaths to never be, ever apart,


for a love so complete, so warm and so achingly deep,


was once only dreamed of, in waking moments of thought, and in the cauldron of my restless sleep.




these odes, these poems, are but scribbles on the parchment of shared time,


tucked away in the recesses of memory, finding solace in each paltry rhyme,


assailed by the nettles of days gone by,


emotions billowing like smoke into the bluest sky.




the passion of my pen is the mirrored reflection of your love,


the stroking of your hair, your head on my chest, the bounty we were blessed with, from the heavens above,


when days were humid and sultry, the nights torrid, bathed in the essence of need,


when all subtlety fled, as our hunger growled, wanting it all with an insatiable greed.




i recall those years of long ago, when we danced in tune with each heartbeat,


when our bodies lay entwined, the sweat dripping off flesh, as our minds and souls did effortlessly meet,


i can never forget those minutes that stretched into hours, in the Johannesburg thunderstorms, drenched in the cooling African rains,


your body my canvas, from the tips of your velveteen mountaintops, to the savanna of your rolling silken plains.




i recall every one of those minutes, i can hardly forget the warmth of your breath, as we sighed in unison, skin upon blazing skin,


and were i to never love again, were i to never savour that ecstasy, i will forever bask in the paradise of those memories, and i will constantly keep you, for you will always remain my heaven within …



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