FROLICS.

Your lips on mine

Like juice from fresh grapes

Red, succulent and full of adventure

Your tongue navigate my oral castle

Searching for hidden treasures

Your eyes are closed

The lashes moist with the morning dew

You open them

Your gaze penetrating my soul

A mixture of sorrow and fleeting joy

Your body is smooth, soft

Melting into mine

Our hands journey from the north to the south

Stopping at every gate

Every touch sending reverberations

Your love is tender

Slow, full, whole-hearted

A river bursting its banks

It overflows, surges forth

Cleansing and refreshing

Your voice is melody

Rising crescendo in an unending symphony

You call my name as I whisper in your ears

The winds and the rustling leaves

Laughing in agreement

Your grip is firm

Time stops, its two arms pinned down

The past fades into the future

Our quaking bodies make history

As we hold the moment

©Kelvin Alaneme, 2015.