As she offers you emeralds, pebbles,
gems of crystal cisterns
inside her, you unlock a celestial storehouse
opening a treasured trunk,
there you find a chastity box, with pages of purity parameters,
anecdotes and stories of good girls who vow to stay virgins
hers is the status of priesthood,
her cocoon an immaculate crown,
a conduit to the heavenlies, a silver symbol of regality,
elevating her towards a promised rapture, a thing to be praised in cathedrals,
Now undressed, with perked breasts and an anxious chest
Goosebumps protrude from her skin, as your bare arms weigh over her
Her eyes enraptured,
her mouth heartily inseminating your promises
you gain insight into her veiled corridors,
unravelling her patterned petals, her innocence and torch burn
erecting on your shores;
like winds and seeds
she inhales you, feels your marigold oiled skin
as your body slowly burns on the contours of her curves
Your breath falls over her jaw,
Stars clap from your insides,
nude tunes play like jazz strings from your heart , singing and swaying
they leave you dancing;
up & down
her rosy rusted voice whispers your name
Saying sweet things she’s never said before, this moment, a corral of merry colors
to be savored for its unimaginable sweetness
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Post image by Johnny Silvercloud via Flickr
About the Author:
Sihle is currently living in Beijing China, completing a Masters at the Yenching Academy of Peking University. She blogs on sihlesapplecrunch.com and she writes for fromafricatochina.com, documenting the Africa-China story.
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