THE PASSION OF A VOLUNTEER IN TANZANIA

Illness ravishes the body

I should no longer touch.

She intoxicates me

with delicious kisses.

I suffer in my solar plexus,

hungry for her skin,

but I shouldn’t cuddle up close.

She’s infectious.

Delirious with wanting,

I can’t keep my hands off her.

I hold, squeeze and plunge

Into her hidden parts

with ferocious ardor

of a rainbow Chakra.

Hushed voices echo

wordless vows of love.

Hearts and loins blissfully ablaze,

I may be contaminated,

but I am content to bask

in the glow of her rapturous smile

and blushing face,

a winner with a Royal Flush.