Mpenzi
My Love
How do you expect me to survive
For I am thirsty of your saliva that I deeply suck from the walls of your lips.
While pumping mine from the hills of my chest
I'm trembling for my stomach is starving
The feeling of your hard wooden spoon feeding my mouth down the valley,
Gives energy to my legs and power to my heart.
Believing one day you will feed my mouth and satisfy my stomach and I shall never want to eat again.
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