4 december 2017

Awuor

As the sun rises to dance
 I am knocked out of my trance
By the warm salty Mombasa breeze
Miles from the painful Nairobi freeze
all this as the madaraka snake
Hisses and gently shakes
Crawling steadily out of Miritini
while I graciously sip my Martini
lazily gazing at the mighty Tsavo jumbos
And thinking of you Awuor!
My delicious, yummy Amour!
Your beautiful eyes
Your mesmerizing smile
And your electrifying touch
Pick me up at Syokimau
At exactly one thirty
I am rousingly thirsty
And in need of your honey




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