The Mind Beholds Poem by Claudia Nkhata

Whatever makes them think what I want is it in my mouth to stick
I am tired of it all that it actually makes me sick

Don't they know all I want is to practice what I have always dream?
No, I want to practice that which I dream all my life, well as long as I can remember

It began long ago when I saw in the Chinese movies
How passionately they did it, you know the Chinese

They are good at everything, well most of the things
So I began to read books…lots of ‘em

I watched closely whenever I saw one do it because it gave me the satisfaction
As I grew order I was lucky to have a friend who went into that trade
You could call it co incidence

Oh! I remember how sweet warm and relaxed my body felt to the touch of her hand
Albertina…that's her name

I think of her name every time my body goes hungry
Because when she did me, I sure slept like a baby

Sorry I was caught up in the fantasy of my friends touch
You should know that she is not just a friend but more...oh! There I go again

Any way back to the subject
You would not understand this till I run my hand all over your body

To reach for the furthest flesh by breaking all the knots in my way
For the fluid in your stream to run smoothly for your life depend on it

When my rhythmic palm run through your body you will feel the relaxation it deserves

Because I do it with passion that I even make your body want to sleep

Surprisingly very few women would ask me to do it on them
Because they feel it is a shear waste of money

Not knowing that they need it so they can have a stress free tomorrow
What is funny is half the men I have done it on say more than they should

Oh! I love your magic touch, why don't you do me here?
Please do me here? Oh! I know how, much do you want? They ask

As if I haven't heard what they say
How would you like it sir? Fast or slow?
And oh can I play you some music in the back ground as I do it? I would ask

But of course the music is good
It creates that perfect environment and sets up the mood
Especially if you close your eyes and let me do my thing till I make your veins want more of my touch

I remember one man begged me to yank it
The look in his eyes, One could tell he really meant it
He even promised to pay me more than what we agreed
How generous of him!
According to him, it should have been inclusive in the package
I remember so vividly that it hurts

Damn that was hell whole lots of money, dollars to be specific
I ask myself questions, is it because of the intensity in my touch?
Or the relaxation they get at the end of every session
Perhaps it is the nature of what I do

Damn I wish they realized that I am just a simple masseuse practicing my trade
An ordinary masseuse