I Am Napping With A White Lady Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

…This woman is the oxymoron of life.
The striking night is in peril, with her,
my qualms and mental strain are arrested.
We are having a fair trial of joy,
and we ride and respire, puff in high deeps.

Our artery sides comfort faultiness.
Our range of fired passions is wheeling.
I am napping with a white lady;
this woman is finer than gold and nugget.
She holds my soul close to paradise.

Our love is pure like wind and air,
and we are at liberty like twofold birds.
I am napping, sleeping, with a white lady.
Our clock of existence is love.
She is tied in my wings and affection sexed us up.