THE LAST RAIN DANCE
O darling! Dance with me, dance with me in the meadows and muds pleasures stage

THE LAST RAIN DANCE

By Mwaniki wa Muriuki

Dance with me, in the rains

Our sweats swept in its dousing heats

Dance with me, when the heavens torrents downpours

Our slippery grips sliding and slithering in its outpouring drizzles

Dance with me when it drops heavily, the soused sky trickles

Our cuddles and canoodles fanned by her wet showers

Dance with me, with me when icy-wet she showers

Our kisses calmly quenched by her quashing powers

Come, trance, dance, tango, tango and trip carefree in me

In my hands drenched by her dripping drops

Your back, ballerina-arching, breaking on my outstretched arms

And I gathering all my sinew strengths to keep you balanced

Drunk, by her soaking douse, kissing quietly alongside your napes, curves……

And you soused, soaked in the warmth of my breaths silently lost in the more craves

O darling! Dance with me, dance with me in the meadows and muds pleasures stage

Sensually strong, when the backdrop rains rain

And her dowsing performance drops and on us drain

Just dance, dance with me when her rage breaks the trees-branches and soils drenches

Let the umbrellas be only, the movements of our tangos, turns, twists and intimate entangles

As we float and flight in the wetness of her whisking winds, her incestuous drains

Together-Siamese twins attached where our intense lusts sweetest, intimately lasts

O darling! O darling! Dance with me in the last rains dance, in her drenching drains!

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