Baobab Tree artwork from Google




alone, together …





The rays of the summer sun peek between the canopy of green above,


we walk hand in hand through the thicket searching for our sensual place of love,


a small pond and a gentle waterfall comes into view,


as we abandon all shrouds and wade into the soothing waters of blue.




Our bodies intertwine, flesh on bare flesh,


skin against skin, light years away from the city’s raucous din,


as we share light kisses, enmeshed in each others arms so close, so very tight,


while we float in the lyrical waters, eyes closed as all we need are tender caresses so exquisitely light.




We taste each other, sipping the nectar of passion with a desire that we need no longer restrain,


with the orchestral sounds of the jungle, swirling in their symphonic refrain,


our lips meet, we feel the thud-thudding of our hearts merging,


in harmony with the sublime feelings so wildly surging.




We whisper odes, we imbibe our hungering need,


as the meandering waters envelope us in their calming sheath,


we tenderly become one, restraining for now our insatiable greed,


and as our bodies writhe, we feel our shuddering deep inside, a quivering dewy leaf.




The sun slowly dips and swoons, we wish we could share these precious moments for many more moons,


but alas, the here and now calls out, drawing us out of this magical reverie,


as we find each other back amidst the cacophony of real life,


where we pine,

where we ache,

where we wish only,


to be together,


free …





Artwork from Google








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