Jungle Love

Two bodies, close as thieves.

Stealing the night, snatching passion from the grip of dawn.

Minds and muscles move together, hard and unyielding strength, meets the soft underbrush of the forest.

A bird cries in the night, away it flies as azure sky becomes crimson.

Together they entwine, building, silent and swift.

Gripping, grasping, pulling every muscle.

Dawn breaks, tongues flicker, hunger builds, lovers move on.




2 responses to “Jungle Love

  1. Hmmm… am liking these… posts of few words, Bob.