Into The Sacred Pool Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

A newly met soul, thy light doth glow,
Illuminating shadows where dull moments flow.
Thou entered my world, a flame in the gloom,
Inviting me into thy sacred bloom.
Our eyes met, and like rivers that twine,
Veins pulsed with fire, hearts did align.

Thine tiny gown, swift hands did claim,
As I undid the bonds that stoked this flame.
Thou fought, yet gave in to the call of desire,
As thy skin, so soft, set my soul afire.
Unadorned, thy beauty stood full and bare,
A vision so pure, none could compare.

Thine arms, thy neck, and shoulders to trace,
Each curve, each line, a divine embrace.
Shall I caress the swell of thy breast?
Would mine hands find in thee sweet rest?
Thy soft belly, thy waist—such grace,
As we lay, entwined in this sacred space.

Yet still, I wonder, have we fallen true?
Or in the fall, have we both found new?
Are we lost in the beauty of a moment's rhyme,
Or are we caught in love's eternal climb?