Tongues tide together by the strings of sweat,
pouring over each of them
as they stear into each others eyes
wondering what would be next,
if ever a next step for their waters to climb
and continue their hendonistic rhyme.
They sing the tune of those before,
who have explored the dainties of the flesh
an unfamilier song yet so familier
their eyes stuck on one another as the rain pours,
from within them sweet sweat drops
moaning the sounds of love.
Carried by the silence of the night,
like Zues and his many mates
the night ever so kind to lovers
embrace them with all its delights,
as they dance through the night
guided by the skys eye.
Tata Nanje
