Jamie was so tired
of typhoon rain
she started dusting,
Nils watched her stretching
to reach an imaginary cobweb,
her meter-long feather wand
flailing away at the ceiling.

Jamie’s bare arse
a perfect peach,
flexing and clinching.
Her long tan legs
formed the ideal gap,
where Nils noticed
her inner thighs
glistened with fragrance
of Jamie’s lust.

Nils peered ‘round
the room wondering
what excitement he missed,
juicy Jamie was definitely
up for fucking ... rainy days
usually made Jamie melancholy,
not horny.

A sudden movement,
flash of colour
caught Nil’s eye,
high on the wall
a rainbow lizard.

Jamie told Nils
the Kiwi story
of rainbow lizards’
magical powers,
their hypnotic gaze
creating an irresistible
need to breed.

Nils told her in Sweden
we call them skinks,
they’re very tasty
roasted over campfires
with marshmallows
(Nils was teasing...
though he never misses
a breeding opportunity.)

Jamie used her featherless
duster very effectively
on Nils cock, no magic
required to convince
Nils or Jamie of the need
to practice planting
the seed of new life.

Poem by Auguste Hand
Paintings by Nils
Beauty by Jamie
Lizard by Mat