Last Night [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

When I went to bed
with her last night
and I heard the church bell
tolling off the time in the distance,
time lapsed for moments between us.

Her lips and twisting tongue,
was hot and wet
and her lithe body was soft.

We couldn’t wait a moment longer
and for some time,
we were in a world of our own.

With our own rhythm
our bodies melted into each others
and I could hear her heartbeat
and cries and together,
we loss sense of reality
and went to a better place.

While we were in each others arms
later on,
I knew that I could not love
any other woman more.