African Fields
Skies of gold and orange
The dawn brings music of fire and rain
Primitive breezes cascading over the baobab trees
She follows the curve of the Tana river
With a hunger aching for rich treasures
My heart beating with the cheetah’s cry
Waiting…
Inviting…
The Impala’s shadow comes to life upon sunrise
My flesh summons the warmth of sweet honey
Where native drums play the rhythm of sensual thrusts
She is now haunting through me
Deep within the dawn’s fire
My soul consumed by her kiss of merlot
Where her essences fills the entire air
Leaving me breathless
A tear burns as it falls upon my check
She whispers…
JL Valentine 