Sunburns on the Kalahari
He paints her gently in shades of black and grey.
Leaving his love tattoos
They change every second, as she makes her moves.
Long to short to longer ones, angles change,
Shades change, as he tunes to her changing groove.
He is an incessant lover, she in incessant motion,
The tango of love, there is no end to the greatest love show
He whispered to me once,
almost with a tear in his thousands Centigrade eye,
There was a time when romance was more erotic,
She had the will to choose what to reveal,
There was a lot more space,
For us to kiss our tattoos and make haste.
Today she is very nude, a different kind of a muse,
On her large bosom,
Our endless love,
Leaves sunburns alas no tattoos.
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