Month: February 2015

that night

The moonlight lit our faces
Our lips locked
She loosened my tie
Undid my shirt
Unbuckled my belt
Her hand made its way below
Feeling my armoury
Playing with my jewels
We kissed
Continued to kiss like teenagers
Our mouths not perturbed
Nor distracted
I unclipped her bra
Removed her top
Cupped her breasts
Unzipped her skirt
Watched it form a puddle around her ankles
I kissed her everywhere else
She returned the favour with interest
That night we redecorated her kitchen
Illuminated my world
We danced in the moonlight
Made love standing
Against the counter
By the stove
Up against the refrigerator
That night
She was amazing
That night
She gave as good as she got
That night
Deserves a standing ovation

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2015
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

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She giggled in my ear
I followed her queue
Matching her small steps with my strides
Eliminating each tier of the staircase
Her tight behind in sight
The hotel lobby below
Her motion was that of a lady
Very stylish
The suite surpassed expectations
She watched me disrobe
With the interest of a school girl’s eyes
Before helping herself
On her knees
In control
Her technique adequate
Her touch soft but strong
Working her magic
She fell off her tired knees onto her back
Throwing her feet into the air
The soft carpet cushioning the fall
I parted her limbs with my arms
Engulfing her sex with my mouth
My tongue was very particular
Blowing her like a saxophone
Before plastering her walls with love
Doing my best to wipe the smirk off her face
With persuasive thrusts
Penetrating her inner circle
Matching her every movement
With polite prods
All the way like Millie said
Bringing her body to its giggle
We laughed deep into the night

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2015
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

painted faces

Superior to my count of birthdays
My soul greater than I
Older than me to be precise
Making a mockery of home affairs

Born of the universe
Akin to native people
The first peoples

Born on a prairie
My soul dancing with wolves
Swimming in mystical waters

Born of warrior spirit
Fascinated by the Hakka
My spear and shield fighting to the death
Following my spirit to eternity
Attached to ancient ceremonies
A graduate of culture

Born in a cave with painted walls
Rain dancing in the Kalahari
I beg your pardon
Kgalakgadi I meant to say

Born close to the land of my forefathers
Casting my net far and wide
Intrigued by humanity
Searching for humility

Appreciating mankind
People with souls
Painted faces

My pedigree embedded with colour
My praise names an oral history
When we were kings
My soul a nomad like a sand dune
My spirit universal

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2015
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit