A Poem
By Nomthandazo NXABELA
I untouched,
Lead his head down gently
Toes curling
Lips cursing
Nourished by his spirit
Without Inhibition,
He holds parts of me
His Tongue pulsates
Against the flow
Of my discovery
At the meeting of our eyes
Tremors rush through my kingdom
I surrender the crown of my thighs
For him to wear
Like jewels of wisdom
His tongue pulsating
Against the flow
Of my discovery
