I hesitated as I touched her legs
And she coaxed me on as if she could sense
The inexperience of a fifteen year old boy
I ran my hand along her smooth body and I became afraid
But she held on to my hand and guided me to her cleft
And as my hand touched that split, I felt my emotions rising.
She took me in her arms and I held on tight
I hugged her to me with all my strength my body as tight a spring trap
But I soon relaxed as she led me on that climb
She anticipated my every move
And as I grappled with her rocky breasts I felt a joy I had never had before
I heaved and humped as I got my rhythm
And my boyish fears were cast aside as we became one.
I gave her my spirit, I gave her my soul, and I gave her my whole being
And as my climb reached its climax, I felt that roaring sensation of ecstasy that I shouted out.
And the joy that I felt can only be imagined.
Yes, that was the first of my many climbs
On that mountain that overshadowed my village back home in Lesotho
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem