A KISS I STILL SUBSCRIBE TO

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali That day, ah! It's there in my memory That day, the file, is kept safely in the shelves of my memory How can I forget that day when it was all sugar and spices I trembled, yes at the touch of her ecstasy lips I remember holding her by her curves down there, her hands resting on my shoulders Our souls intermingled Our lips intertwined A burning glow strucking my bones Ah! A kiss I still subscribe to