There Is A Moment In Time Poem by Gert Strydom

There is a moment
where the interaction with the female form,
where the attraction of eyes, mouth, touch and skin
is drawing you in
and it’s as if you are living
in a time and place devoid
of any other thing
where religion, heaven and hell
is swept away by sheer bliss
where a moment is truly limitless
in the ebb and flow of mating
and the being together becomes everything.

[Reference: I sing the body electric by Walt Whitman.]