Just one more time
I must love again
and know that she
wants me against her
and let my eyes
cut into the soul
of somebody.
Once more I have to feel
how hot lips
burn passionate and soft
under mine,
how the touch of a hand
causes sparks like electricity
to originate between us.
Just one more time
I must feel
the hotness of the dew
fold around me
and say to somebody:
“I love you”
and really mean it
[Reference: Ek moet nog eenmaal weer bemin by W.E.G. Louw.]
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