Kenneth Maswabi
Foraging far away from home
On one of my naughty excursions
I followed the trail of dreams
Footsteps of passion called my name
I was foraging far away from home
I was in the lush wilderness of life
All my desires were vibrating and
colorful
All my wants needed a bit of
satisfaction
It was a stormy night of seductive
maneuvers
I was foraging far away from home
The open sea of tempestuous emotions
was very near
And I was the oscillating wave of
raw passion
To and fro, I was the full intensity
of romanticism
Loaded with bullets of desires
I was ready to unload a full
spectrum of demands
I was foraging far away from home
Not least bothered by this
unbuttoned spirit
I was tearing into the foliage of
life
I was licking the nectar on every
strawberry with my eyes wide open
I was foraging far away from home
In this episode of desire
Life was a bowl of cherries
I was tempted to embrace all of my
tumultuous desires
I was inside the forest of seduction
And my profusely illustrated desires
were yearning for more
I was inside a dream and the dream
was real
….to be continued
©Kenneth Maswabi
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