A quiet place to shag

Let us find a quiet place to shag. A place where we can lay our chitenje and share our passion; a remote place where we can let our souls run riot. Where you will feel the rhythm of my soul, and I, the depth of your heartbeat. Let our essence unite in this forbidden harmony and let our shared sadness explode into passion; the shadow of our fears and tears camouflaged by this illicit act. Let our sighs and groans assent to this fleeting moment that melts the heart and takes this mortal on another sojourn; our ahs and ohs forming the soundtrack to this soulful movie. And let us play the track on repeat until dusk sets in and encore until the next dawn. Allow me to be the conductor of the orchestra, and you, the sentimental seductress. Let the laughter of our souls erupt from this charming love scene So that we find something to hold on to when dark clouds replace these blue skies. Let us find some place nice and dry where we can lay our souls to rest and let our desires run rampant. Some place where we can let our dreams come to life; a quiet place where we can lay our chitenje and let our souls merge. Where the heavens be the only judge to this indecency; a fine dry spot under the sun where we can break all known frontiers and copulate without inhibitions. And when the dark rain clouds have whizzed past....let us do this over and over again.