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...