A Silent Devil Poem by SIYETHEMBA THWALA

A silent devil
I looked at her from the distant
Looking forward and willing to touch that hand
And my heart beats drums like a band
And the jubilant in really me inside me under the tent
She took my breath away the time I smiled at her
And she did a reciprocation of returning it back
I knew it from the distant that this was going too far

The moment I was saturated with excitement
I drunk it and part of it was because for her
Who always seemed so in control,
Was fighting for self - restraint
Her breath came in ragged puffs,
Her hands gripping my body
She kissed my throat
Tasting the thin
Susceptible skin

Her lips stroking the throb of my soul
Underwear, I slid my hands up to her hair
So soft and thick, layers of softy silk in my palms
A cold shot of horror went up to my chest
She touched my face in the darkness
Went all the way to the escape of my shaven bristle

The corners of my eyes stung
Connecting to the anger of a wireless happiness
And her mouth dragged softy over the inside of my fingers
A kiss burned the center of my chest
And I experienced the smoky voice deep
I would sworn it belong to the devil

Who is her? My mind asked
At that moment, I wish to hell I was
What was her name?
She was a silent devil
I had never felt anything so insidious.