Game Of Desire Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The wilderness in her was very attractive
A lush land of beauty covered by pockets of naked pools of pure magnetism
A background of mysterious mountains and valleys
Exotic rivers of the purest desires flow from her
Drowning me in a whirlpool of fantasy
Her protruding mountain peaks were caped with juicy black berries
She was like both an African wilderness and a botanical garden combined
Her cheeks were pure elegance and her smile was an ornamental masterpiece
Her eyes were like the lake of pure satisfaction
And her swollen breast were created by a skilled craftsman
I was at the centre of her gravitational pull
Being pulled into the vortex of her being
She was my black hole and I was her star dust
I felt helplessly weak but yet I was full of excitement
I was the bumble bee and she was the rose
Playing a sacred ancient game of desire
She was my total satisfaction
And I was her pet