...The Western Chronicles - ....in love with two hearts

So distinct....yet so similar

Like twin sisters

Dark skinned....brown as the earth

Deep eyes...so thorough....so magnetic

Like a provocative billboard

Captivating.....satiating a thirst wished to never cease

Echoes from soft lips that stir the strongest emotions

Tender palms....wielding a fiery strength on which to stand

Curved thighs & small feet....distances covered..way beyond imagination

Hearts ablaze...like molten rock

The very foundation of their being

Both...the product of a time tasted process

Offering succor and solace to hearts resounding with their rhythm

The first...

Revealed in earlier trances

Murmured in foretold prophecies

A romance revered by the gods

Deep rooted....satiating

A long and trusted bond

Cut into by the hot blades of fate

A wide hiatus...12 complete cycles

Time enough....the forces tearing apart the circle

New encounters....an attempt to forget

New prospects....an attempt to amend

Earlier promises fulfilled...an attempt to re-enchant

Persistent fires....defiant in the wind

Broken hearts....a tougher puzzle to re-unite

Scintillating rhymes....love sacrifices upon cupid's altar

A culmination of emotions....build up to an orgasmic finale

An eruptive climax....one to bind the pieces for eternity

Amidst hopes to retain the envy of the gods

The second...

A rare event....unforeseen, unexpected

Fiery...like hot scalding coffee

Turning fluid the frozen and broken pieces

Misty eyes....senses awoken

Sneaking in within the hiatus

Guilty pleasures offered....a sin very well desired

Promises made....visions from above...

A knowledge of the stars

So erotic....so satiating

An encounter to fuel future fantasies

Forbidden...rejected...better faculties screaming in disapproval

Wanton ledgers....sacred treasures tabled

Amid the uncertainty of constancy

The perfect aphrodisiac for the gods

Jealous cupid....an arrow to disrupt

Hearts ruing missed chances

Skin torn in pain

The anxiety of untasted passions

Hopefully. like a lighthouse in the dark

...to stir the choices to its harbor

A dilemma to ponder

Choices to make....regrets to scale

Better options sought with a frail mind

And yet still....in silence, two hearts to treasure

Two hearts to fight for....

In darkness....two hearts to love!

© Nd Obi