Let me feel your breath against my face
when against me you do suddenly awake
do me out of the very depths of sleep take,
and with kisses you do make my heart race.
When your warm body lies so close to me,
when my thoughts you do your very own make
as we with each kiss in something special partake
do find something deeper, as it is meant to be,
when with each other we are in blissful rest,
where each rancour and delusion is insignificant
and everything comes to something significant
where in the love that binds us we act to the best,
then we then do everything bitter forget
and do only the magic of sincere love get.
© Gert Strydom
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