They toiled for six days and nights,

for the love they both did sought,

together they’d climb to new heights,

thrilled to the rich rewards it brought…..

They took time to eat and drink,

of rest they tried to have no part,

was not a time to reason or think,

just lived in each others hearts…..

They’d love from morn till late,

took turns in sharing the load,

they performed in a mindless state,

other times in a prolonged mode…..

Time went by so quick,

they talked for hours,

they tried all kinds of tricks,

she was amazed at his vigor and power…..

Soon the old wire spring bed,

finally gave in and collapsed,

no more sweet twangs would be heard,

its strings of love has elapsed…..

Didn’t stop Maria and Kong,

just laid the mattress on the floor,

the little cabin reeked of their pong,

as they loved on more and more…..

They did go to collect provisions,

Maria phoned Marie not to worry,

she had finally made a decision,

Marie answered I think I know the story…..

They returned to the cabin their home,

the outside world didn’t exist,

her love for him she would insist,

her own soul she was willing to disown…..

In the heat of love and battles,

strange decisions are often made,

when the heart and mind can be baffled,

its a time to with hold the blade…..

For when you make your final cut,

ensure you can fulfill your commission,

for making love in a little old hut,

is not the same as feeding in a mansion…..

they eventually rested,

and look everything was good,

of sweet flowing love they tasted,

now they both understood…..

Understood their feelings for each other,

the satisfactions of their hearts,

hopefully they both would recover,

as they return to their worlds apart…..

Their prayers had all been granted,

their labours would not be in vain,

for where a seed is planted,

they shall toil and reap again……

They stepped out of their cabin of pleasure,

she promised she would return,

for she has found a precious treasure,

already her heart was starting to yearn…..

Maria was not to know,

the dark clouds of life were churning,

and to the mountain she would go,

with her heart a burning……..to be continued……………….