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To a Zulu girl

When i kissed your hand,
it was soft silk to my lips.
When i kissed your feet,
they were Protea flowers to my mouth.
When i kissed your knees,
they were the giant African night itself to my heart.

When you slapped my cheeks,
it was a spark in the African night.
When you kicked my face,
it was like making love in the African night.
When you beat my bare breasts with a thorny branch,
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