We rose early in the African heat
To watch the animals hunt and compete.
My new bride and I with our Kenyan guide
Felt safe and secure with him by our side.
Sweating and watching from a tree top hut
We watched wild animals hunt, kill and rut.
Musky scent filled the air,
Marking territory for others to fear.
The sun, the heat, the strong air causes my wife to lose her mind.
Next thing I see is the guide taking her from behind.
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