How can I ever forget the softness of your skin?
The rippling muscles glistening in the rain,
The darkness of the skin, like pure African chocolate.
Powerful and strong you stood on the hill challenging the warriors of your clan,
the ones who dared face the strength of the lion.
Your eyes sparkled with anticipation,
Your lips turned upward in a happy smile.
This was no war or fight,
Just the dance of courtship, that went long into the night.
The drums beat and the sound pulsated through my feet as I watched
The dance of the warrior,
The warrior who stole my heart.
© MTD2003
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