Kissing the whip

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,
it was the Ocean of lust.

When you put me in salty water with my wounds,
i laughed with maddening pain.
When i understood your fate,
i wept bitterly for you.
When you disappeared,
i howled like a jackal.

You are Africa herself,
you are the African moon,
you are the African bushfire,
you are the stroke of sjambok on my naked body,
you are the rhythm of the Zulu war dance,
you are the Zulu spear in my heart.

Ngiyabonga,
ngiyabonga,
ngiyabonga.

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This Zulu girl exists really, i met her on the Web and we played a S/M fantasy play.

Ngiyabonga means "thank you" in Zulu.

Protea (see below) is the national flower of the South African Republic, where the vast majority of Zulus live, including this lady.

Sjambok is a South African type of whip.

A Zulu war dance can be seen on the site:

http://vimeo.com/1050713

Proteas: