open seas

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I saw you by chance
Your beautiful eyes looked past me
I on the other hand was swallowed up by your gaze
Your radiant eyes are an ocean
A sea of mystery
I drown in the white of your eyes
The winds of love are erratic
Much like storms that govern the open seas
Will I survive on my little wooden raft
Ever since I laid my eyes on the flesh that carries your soul
I sail the seas of hope
Wishing to arrive at the shore where your heart rests
My heart is a sailor dying from scurvy
Starved of reciprocation
Lacking life’s ultimate vitamin
Before your eyes embrace my wish
Before your eyes wipe the tears from mine
Please don’t blink
My hopes might dissipate in the dark of your eyelids
Don’t let the audacity of hope drown in a sea of emptiness

knox mahlaba
Copyright © 2016
Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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Never expressed myself
Until love found me through words
Writing is my first love
Words taught me to love
Love me enough to seduce me
Introspection is my intercourse
Equipping and skilling yourself
To make love to an absolute stranger
Through a compilation of words
Pace of delivery
Selected vocabulary
Patois is poetry
Punctuation is too similar to the missionary position
Too uniformed
Intrigued by deviant tendencies
Wanting you to light up the candle within me
Pour hot wax wherever you like
Whisper into my imagination
Kiss my soul with the gradient of your intonation
Tantalise with sexy figures of speech
Flex your vocab until your back breaks
Place me in bondage
Tie me up with private school articulation
And lock me up in a closet filled with leather bound books
Allow me to fondle your mind
Let my fingers explore your nether regions
As they’d do in a Scrabble pouch
Search for your seven letter word
Nudity is truth
Metaphoric expression is karma sutra
Writing is orgasmic

knox mahlaba
Copyright © 2016
Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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Not too long ago
I used to listen to you
I got to know you and your whims
We could kiss forever
Hold hands for an eternity
Cuddle for days
Shag like porn stars
I could undo your shirt
Unzip your desire
Immerse my head in your bosom
Nibble on your nipples
Let my naughty fingers run amok
My hands got to know you even better
You gave the best head
I had the freedom of the city
Pull up your skirt
Play with you
Kiss you where you wanted
My tongue made you do cartwheels
Back then
You were my every woman
My soul provider
I was privileged
I could run a bath for you
Watch you touch yourself
Burst your banks
We made love in every way
Anywhere and anytime we wanted
Behind closed doors
Under open skies
Back seat of my jeep
We were held captive by love
Today we too busy
Arrested by complacency
Way too busy to celebrate our love
Too tired to acknowledge each other
You don’t talk dirty too me no more
We don’t talk period
Baby love
If you can hear me
Pull up to my bumper
You remind me of something
My girl
Fcuk your schedule
Your body is calling

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

private dancer

She was sublime
She danced her way into my heart
Enchanting a lonely soul
Capturing my imagination
Surpassing all expectations
She was my private dancer
An opinionated woman
Very articulate
Using body language
To make her intentions known
Arresting my attention
Teasing and taunting me
Getting what she wanted
She was gifted
Blessed with rhythm
The right proportions
Pulverizing the pole
A demon in bed
She was the lady in my life
Holding my hand
As we made our way to heaven
Or on the side walk
She dominated me like a lady should
Adding softness to a harsh existence
Changing my perspective
She comforted me like no other
Never mind she was beautiful
She was mine
Heart and soul
She gave me a mouthful of hugs
Mandatory goodbye kisses
Extraordinary French kisses
When she stepped on my toes
She would recalibrate me
The make-up sex was to die for
Her routine between the sheets was anything but routine
She was the love of my life
Going beyond the call of duty
Making me happy
Giving me something to smile about
Giving me what I wanted
Though her kisses were priceless
It was her presence that mesmerized my imagination
Her presence in my life was an eternal lap dance
She is the lady in my life
My private dancer

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

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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

nature situation

Am sorry dear
Too occupied by worldly matters
Foregoing heavenly duties
Too busy being prim and proper
Yet I desire you all the same
In exactly the same measure as before this lull
To the same degree
Thoughts of us forever linger in my mind
My hands yearn
To feel you fill my arms
Come together like nature requires
Make love like love warrants
Haven’t made love to you like I should
As often as you demand
To my satisfaction
Haven’t spilled sordid ink
Just the way you like it
Haven’t made love to you in a while
Want you in a nature situation
My love
Haven’t parted your limbs
Kissed you
You know where

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