Red rhythms 6

Walking the mountains of Las Cuevas In Andalucia We picnic amongst the ants and wasps Tread the Ancient tribal paths Make our way up to Comares Drink red calemuchos amid the fiesta Climb up to the Castle Mount See the night scene across the hills Simultaneous orgasm in the high up bed Grapes hang on the veranda I love you so When will my inner guru See all that you have done for me.