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To be young again under the South African sky

Poetry By: XUXIKI

To love without restrictions or reservation, what a wonderful commodity

Submitted:Jan 17, 2008    Reads: 192    Comments: 4    Likes: 6   

We were chatting under the clear South African sky

The fire glowed fiery red as the merlot flowed from glass to lip

The quarter moon just slightly hinted darkness was upon us

Laughter chirped around my ears as eager eyes undressed me

I felt and tasted freedom that I have sought for so long

My drape fell and I stood naked before roaming eyes

I bare my soul to you and you drank my fragrance seductively

As the cold breeze entwined your musk with my peachy bouquet

We slipped into a world of dreams and fantasies

Stars pondered about our sanity as the violet skies erupted in a blaze

�What a glorious privilege

To be young again under the South African sky


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