I Fell In Love With My Body When I Gave It To You That Night ... 27th October 2009

“ I fell in love with my body when I gave it to you that night … ”

He touched me and I began to tremble, emotions evoking an inability to utter words,
My heart pulsating as he engaged in recreating the word’s of an incite lover as he spoke softly into my ear,
I bit my lip in anticipation as he gently stroked them with his gripping tongue allowing for sporadic moments of sensual nibbling,
His lips so gentle and tender served to be an instrumental essence in the art of foreplay,
He kissed my inner thighs, kissed the small of my back and voyaged all the way up to the weaknesses of my neck,
He revolved my body, took a hold of it and placed it above his body as if the two were enduring as one,
The sweat on my forehead found itself trickling down my body and onto his chest, pelvic bone and collecting within his navel,
I leaned forward to pace myself when he held me tightly pressing my chest against his and with one hand at the base of my rear,
He elevated our bodies and accentuated every part of my vulnerability with very little attempt,
We exploded and our bodies now crippled and controlled by the inevitable need to release,
Our bodies now vigorously reduced to an unfathomable, quivering mass of sexual goo,
We lay quietly and I, serenely on his chest as our bodies subliminally prepared themselves for what would ensue,
And as the night came to an end, he consigned his lips to my forehead and told me that I was everything he had ever imagined me to be …

Masked Pain ... 29th October 2009

“ Masked Pain …” – Zoleka Mandela

Her head is surrendered and wedged from years of apprehensiveness;
disgrace and emotional ill-treatment.
Her wrinkles on her face are significant of her personal combat;
travelling violently across her unrecognizable features.
Her words escaping from her mouth;
are severe, unheard and exceedingly unmentionable.
Her back remains hunched and paralyzed;
with life’s deficiencies and gaping lesions.
Her heart is hemorrhaged and lacerated;
by previous counterparts and failed associations.
Her womb is barren and blemished;
by forced gratifications and the malevolence of others.
Her life remains consumed by an eternal despondency and grievance,
trampled by a fuelled injustice . . .

When Love Meets You In Pain ... 15th March 2010

When love meets you in pain ... By Zoleka Mandela - March 2010

At times I can hardly breathe, thoughts of you seem to immobilize me more now than ever. I am consumed by you ...
I think I may have fallen for you. You see, I didn't realize this until we parted.

Each time I lay at night, I stare at your picture for hours trying to imagine what you would feel like laying right next to me.
I'd close my eyes really hard ...

If you were here, I would get lost in your embrace how you would hold me tightly and press your warm lips on my forehead sending shivers down my spine.
I'd swear our hearts were falling in love with each other right that second ... We held each other so close. I didn't know where my body ended and where yours began.

For a second, you'd lift my head up to yours; look in my eyes and make me promise that I would find my way to you in the end and before I wake. I'm dreaming that someday ... I will be with you.

I wonder what your love would feel like? Is it the captivating kind that heals an injured heart? The type to make mine skip a beat and then smile, smile as if it were the very first time it felt love?

"I want you more now than ever," you'll whisper in my ear as you would kiss my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my cheecks and my chin ... my neck and until you found your way back to my engorged lips. You would submerge your finger in your glass of wine and trace the words, "I adore you," on my lips; right before your lips met with mine for the very first time.
"You taste so good," you would say ... "I should really make you mine!"

Do you know how much I have missed you? I want to live in your world and I want you in mine. I open my eyes and I am crying because I realize that you are no longer laying next to me.
I realize that I may have left a part of me with you ... Or has a part of me escaped my body and found itself with you. Is it in you? Do you only have to look inside yourself only to find me there and when you're missing me the most? I am now a part of you and you of mine.

I think back to the time we parted. We held each other and said our goodbyes, I couldn't bring myself to look back; and as I drove away I could no longer hold back my tears. I knew I had left a part of me with you and that I were leaving with yours.

Touch me here, kiss me here, love me here, feel me here and miss me here ... It is here, right here in my heart where you will forever remain.

Love In The Summer ... 18th March 2010

It would be nice to feel the sand underneath my feet with you. I would love to go horseback riding while I hold onto you tightly and take in the aroma of a summer's day at the beach. We'd take long walks on the shore, watch the sunset together. You could write, "I LOVE YOU, BABY!" on the moist sand or feel the cool breeze and crashing waves compete for your undivided attention. We could kiss underneath the moonlight and go skinny dipping at midnight, just you and I ... How you would be my favourite pastime this summer ...

Foreplay Fever ... 6th April 2010

"Foreplay fever ..." - By Zoleka Mandela.

Butterfly kisses on the small of her back, he nibbles on her neck and bottom lip. She is blindfolded and can smell the red rose petals she feels on the bed. He whispers in her ear and she can almost feel the hairs on her back rise. She can feel the warmth of his voice, it sends tingles up and down her spine. "This is how we're going to do this, tonight," he says as he traces every inch of her body with his honey coated fingertips. He takes a sip of wine from her navel and somehow it finds itself all over her body. Her body now his, she has no control over. Drips of candlewax upon her back are followed by moist kisses and bodyoil. He looks into her eyes for what feels like hours while she got lost in his. "Can you feel my heartbeat?" he asks, she holds onto him even tighter; afraid that she might explode at any given second. He places soft kisses all over her body, from her feet to the very top of her head. He kisses her lips and slowly carasses her body, each stroke causing her to let out a moan. "I think you're ready," he says as he smiles. His touch does not allow her to find the words to speak, she can no longer breathe. Her body begins to pulsate as she further loses control. He laughs as she trembles, knowing that he was the cause of her curled up toes and racing heartbeat. A tear trickles down the corner of her eye as he kisses it away. He slowly places his ... ** To Be Continued ... **

Untitled ... 11th July 2005

Woman ...
You carry life's tribulations and false impressions
On your shoulders, heavy with dissatisaction
Back arched, your limp leaves a sequence of bad choices and foolishness
You are so quick to charge
That which you do not desire in relation to yourself
Continues to stare you in the face
A reflection of yourself, you choose to conceal
In your injury, you've shifted the blame
Inyour melancholy, you drown
You cry the tears of woman who on the sly
Cry by night and smile the smiles of fresh mothers
Longing for the status of those whose lives He's touched
Yet you do not seek and desire His direction
He has caught your tears ... and He carries your continuation
For your life, remains his enduring equation

What once escorted her misplaced ways and sunken sentiment
Lives now, a woman in the course of action
She lay beside her spawn
Heart clenched, thankfull because she knows Him
From the words tht drip off her tongue
To the lives around her that manufacture and attach each unit of her nucleus
To the reconstruction of her demeanor
She is, the coming of herself
She is, where she needs to be
It is at his request, that her life follows his design
For she was chosen, countless times over

Rise, my sister ... Rise
For you are a fusion of unbroken blessings, for you are of the essence
Let your energy rise to fill the hearts that hold you up
For you are a diamond
Shine your significance and radiate the light of your rebirth
Dance to her beat for her melody echoes his arrival
Her rythmn, an indication of self adoration and indebtedness
Look at all that is around her ...

It is time to stand up ...

Stalked On Your Love ... 12th May 2010

STALKED on YOUR love .. " - Written by Zoleka Mandela for 2010.

I spend most of my days imagining what I would learn to love the most about you. Would it be how you sip your morning coffee sitting across from me at our breakfast table or would it be that you would still open a door for me even after I have upset you. No, I think it would be how no man would ever seize to exist in any room if you were in it too.

Sometimes I swear it was the smell of your cologne which left me immobilized when you walked past me in isle 3 of the supermarket coincidentally located a block from your place. You never use a trolley, always just one basket with five items at the most.

I watch you sharing a laugh or two with your friends over a few drinks at the local bar, I know your favourite drink and how you sip your whiskey when you're enjoying it the most. You sit on the same chair on a Thursday night, because you think it has the best view.

I almost followed you home last Friday when your car pulled up to mine on my right at the traffic lights, did you notice the string of cars behind me honking their horns as I watched you drive off? I thought you'd be driving your sport's car, you took me by surprise.

The store where you buy your cufflings has moved one level up. Ofcourse, it was me who told you as I knew you hadn't realised when you approached the store. You were on your phone talking to your PA, Lindsey by the way ... When you held your right hand to your forehead.

I didn't check your trash to the right of your house but you should consider using the the shredder your business partner bought you for Christmas last year. You're scheduled to leave next week for Brazil with your friends and I can't have that happen!

Do you not remember what happened to your last date? I bet you didn't know she was allergic to the pine nuts and strawberries I sent to her. She really should have been more careful, I didn't force down the strawberry shortcake and pesto sauce down her throat. I didn't leave any finger prints so they can't link me to you.

You sleep on the same side of your bed, I know this because I've recently bought a place near you. Did you know that our bedrooms face each other. You're running out of bodywash but that one should last you until tomorrow.

Don't be too alarmed if you hear a noise downstairs, I hope you don't mind that I made myself a copy of your house key. There's no turning back now, I'm making my way upstairs. The door opens and you're alarmed to see me, why?

We've been through too much together although we've never met. It's time I did something about us being together and forever because if I can't have you then no one else can ...