It would be a lie to call you different from the others...
Disrespectful of me to even compare you to such...
If it wasn't the bright spark in your cinnamon coloured eyes then it was your caressing touch...
The African drums in my heart beating faster and faster...
And the way you could make my inner demons bow down and call you "Master"...
© Siyabonga Dlamini
Matriculant 2016
