#21 – Leva & Prava
Leva and Prava sit alone in the park.
Whispering to one another in the dark.
“What are we to do?” says one.
“I don’t know, but it may as well be fun.”
Fetishes set in, and clothes strip,
As hands drift towards quivering lips.
Mountains arise, uncovered at last,
And waters flow from dry routes past.
Sounds of pure happiness flow;
Tension dissipates, excitement grows.
Delicate divers plunge past the darkened depths,
Inching father and further into the cave left bereft.
The noises reach their peak,
Muscles grow both strong and weak.
And euphoria overtakes it all-
As digits and limbs exhausted fall.
Leva and Prava don their coats once again,
Far away now from the southern rain.
“Was it good for you?”, asks she.
“As always, babe,” she replies, gleefully.
With a grin, they return home;
Hands itching to continue to roam.
And again soon, they will both moan,
When divers return to reach the O-Zone.
~Ramblings of a Crazy Man, #21 (Leva & Prava)
