In the calm of the hot, August evening,
We retire to the shade of the sinking sun
Gazing at the resting nature
To the pulse of crawling time.
You reach for my waiting hand
And steal a sweet, wet kiss
In between sips
Of ice cold juice.
We stare off silently in the distance,
Smiling to the passing humans.
As we ear the music from crickets in the grass,
You turn to me and tenderly pinch my chin.
I smile and you show your teeth off,
As your auburn hair rushes to hide
The sight of our unborn children
Start Dancing in your lovely eyes.
We retire to the shade of the sinking sun
Gazing at the resting nature
To the pulse of crawling time.
You reach for my waiting hand
And steal a sweet, wet kiss
In between sips
Of ice cold juice.
We stare off silently in the distance,
Smiling to the passing humans.
As we ear the music from crickets in the grass,
You turn to me and tenderly pinch my chin.
I smile and you show your teeth off,
As your auburn hair rushes to hide
The sight of our unborn children
Start Dancing in your lovely eyes.
This is His Excellency The President of the republic of Kenya 2040
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