Early In The Late Night Poem by Gert Strydom

Early In The Late Night



Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,
and I feel emotion and a deeper urge burn.
Early in the late night
your hand creeps when dreams of a distant beach
are dissipated by a deeper thirst,
Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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