Was I created by the same God
That created this beautiful creature?

I asked myself.

If she is a living being,
What does that make me?

I asked myself.

Her angelic features, substituted all
The perfect and precious pictures in my mind.
For a brief moment I thought
I was healed from being blind.

Touching her hips,
felt like kissing
Her juicy lips…
Her figures makes a
dumb person to
Shout “Jesus”
And I call them
“the figures of speech”

I call her buhle…

Her glittering eyes simulates the
Reflection of the sun in the
Skies and seas.
She is the most precious stone
In the entire galaxy.

And i call her buhle…

Yena muhle shame
Maaka a dirang
Her nose so sharp like it could
Scratch my brown skin when
We kiss and leave a lovely scar
Right next to my chin.

I could tell by just a sniff
She is heading my way when
She is still afar…

Her teeth so white as snow…
She makes me rush when I am slow…
Steering at her,
Feels like watching my favourite show…
For a matter of fact,
She is my favourite show…

I do not call her like they do
They call her…
Sweet lom’khuhlane
Some call her…
Seponono sa dikoti marameng
Mmago ditshaba, moferehla moikutlo.
Ke ra yena mma kgosi wa bokone
Bophirima legaeng la maswi le mamapo
A dinosi
The mother of all heavens on earth

But I call her Buhle

let me in.
I wanna drown and lie in every fibre of your mind and being 'cause
you are a rare commodity, a gem supreme
I'd even go as far as saying I'm a fiend,
a fix of your being my headline of activities.
muhle, you are beyond a sweet dream
and I believe. you and I could. could just. be

let me in.
our souls coincide and mine is gently pleading
let me in,
don't fight the urge and this feeling,
it's far more than a hunch.
any place with your presence turns to a beau hub
I swear this beyond, a crush
your aura is unmatched and really soars
beyond the solar system
and I've flown so high 'cause of your mere being.

Lord Jesus, I thank thee for such an amazing blessing
truly showing that one don't need vices to stay flexing
her beau soul leaves me awe stricken and smilin' hella,
may she everlastingly flourish and remain staying better

mammi, let. me. in.
I vow to nurture your beau soul
and make you the happiest since cartoons and coke
I am beyond sold,
paradise resides in your ever gorgeous self
and I am by all means convinced the night stars steal their shine from your eyes,
plus you glo.

I swear this is not for show
(well, slightly is)
I am really taken by your wokeness and bold statements
being in your presence is far from basic
man, this sets me in my paces and it's real amazing how,
you're such a wonderful soul who embraces this.

so, I plead and beg
make me the happiest in this world we live in
I'm open and hung with pegs over you
all I ask is you simply
L E T.
M E.
I N.