The best part of the sun's journey
Across the grey, pale blue,
Beguiling fresh blue and
The gloriously golden sky-is,
The time when he begins his
Much awaited trip
To the arms of his beloved ocean.
The ferocity and frustration
With which he frowned upon his subjects
During the agonizingly lonely afternoon
Gradually mellows down, as his love
Starts blowing breezy, cool kisses to him.
Allured by her enchanting coolness,
He eagerly slides down the sky
To meet his hearts mistress
She managed to remain cool during his absence
But when her love proceeds steadily towards her,
Seeking her to slake his love and lust,
Her coolness slips… as he makes her simmer with need,
She radiates a beckoning orange blush,
When he caresses her with a teasing soft touch.
Unable to dally any longer
He slides, slips and rushes
To plunge deep into her…
Making her feel glorious to be his women
She is his exact complement…
Her water and his fire,
His warmth and her coolness,
His gruffness and her sweetness,
And above all…….
Her femininity and his masculinity…
Couple, to produce life in their home that is the earth.
The stars are nothing but
The remnants of their passion…
There is nothing but darkness
When the moans fade out
Slowly into sighs and whispered words of love.
The joy and love and contentment and security,
Blanket the passionate couple and cool them to sleep.
But, alas, he has to do his duty,
And when he arises to leave her empty,
She bades him a farewell of tears.
Which glistens every morning
As dew drops on the tip of the grasses so green.
The sun will never allow the dew drops
To live as long as he does?