I like the way that our bodies do fit into each other's
when we lay spooned in the bed,
when your breath is sweet and hot against my face
when sometimes on my chest you sleep cosily in my arms
the way that you do look at me
when you do awake
but much more than all of this I like you
and a person can call this thing love.
© Gert Strydom
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