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.

By: Syethemba Dizzmar Thwala