Fatuma Hydara

A silk strap falls off a supple shoulder.

A soft, silky hand lingers.

A breathless whisper, a gasping moan, a stifled cry.

Passion glazed eyes.

Touches here…



Heated skin, burning hotly just beneath the surface,

a coming together, hearts synced, beating a love-filled rhythm.

Spirits and senses soar

higher and higher

and higher.


slowly float back down to earth on a cloud,

returning to a sated vessel,

a smile, a wink, a sigh… eyes gently close,

in time for rose colored dreams.