VILLAGE LOVE

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By Wakini Kuria
She startled at the rumble of a man’s voice – vibrant and resonant and deep. 

She turned slowly, knowing very well who stood behind the other side of the door. 

Slowly, she turned the door knob. He was here. Finally!


Earlier she had fought hard to keep quiet the sweetness filling her heart whenever she thought of him. 

Now, she was in his arms. His heart rhythm solid beneath her ear and his breathe warm on her head enclosed in is big hands - her safe haven.


“Hello beautiful” he breathed sending vibration waves into her deep within…




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