As the chilly night of January envelopes the dry savannah,
Noisy crickets sing their whispered secrets.
Two secret lovers lie under the dark star-studded sky on rustling grasses.
Two intimate souls come together with fiery grace and abandon.

The softness of this dark passion is a sweet temptation.
Like ripe and juicy red mangoes in the jubilation of a dry season.
Whispered and kindred kisses ignite two dark ebony bodies.
As lips and longing hands merge into one.

Their touch is a dance of tender fire,
Itchy fingers tracing and retracing curvaceous lines.
Skin on skin, a velvety sensation and feel.
Unspoken communication is a symphony of music.
It is a moment of intense navigation of love anatomy.
They are not afraid of the darkness or the cold.

The scent of fully blossoming Acacia flowers invigorates the cool air.
Combined with the smell of a steamy love affair.
Spotted charcoal grey owls hoot rhythmically as desire infuses the lovers.
In their dark and forbidden garden, two souls find warmth and solace.
In the constellation above, a shooting star flies and disappears in the east.

In this dance of the senses, two lovebirds are consumed by,
A single moment filled with passion and heat.
The taste, touch, and scent plead in unison.
The problems of the world do not bother them.
Theirs is a recitation of love and awe.

© Mwebe Morgan