Without A Anchor (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Bernard Odendaal)

The stars glisten in the window against the velvet of the night,
the golden moon is smaller than cut in half like a pirate ship,
you lie against me and are in your curves near to perfectly endowed,
I turn around; feel your hand gliding to me,
where your breath softly almost caressing do blow hot in my neck,
you smell of shampoo, spices and a bit of perfume,
outside the neighbour is admonishing his wife and children,
I turn around and a nipple peeps big and climbs out of your pyjamas,
on the cold night air I smell gardenia and strong jasmine
and spices as if we are sailing near to islands and you are all around me,
there is shadows moving on the wall in the moonlight,
we do take each other to a place where everything slides away,
your teeth gleam snowy-white where they are like two rows of pearls,
it seems as a thunderstorm is brewing and the lighting outside bashes down blue-white.

[Reference:"Voor anker" (At anchor)by Bernard Odendaal.]

© Gert Strydom