I hesitated as I touched her legs
And she coaxed me on as if she could sense
The inexperience of a fifteen year old boy
I ran my hand along her smooth body and I became afraid
But she held on to my hand and guided me to her cleft
And as my hand touched that split, I felt my emotions rising.
She took me in her arms and I held on tight
I hugged her to me with all my strength my body as tight a spring trap
But I soon relaxed as she led me on that climb
She anticipated my every move
And as I grappled with her rocky breasts I felt a joy I had never had before
I heaved and humped as I got my rhythm
And my boyish fears were cast aside as we became one.
I gave her my spirit, I gave her my soul, and I gave her my whole being
And as my climb reached its climax, I felt that roaring sensation of ecstasy that I shouted out.
And the joy that I felt can only be imagined.
Yes, that was the first of my many climbs
On that mountain that overshadowed my village back home in Lesotho

Mpho Petrus Manwedi

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