Gert Strydom
The fluttering kiss of your lips
The fluttering kiss of your lips
can do strange things to me,
your breasts that resist softly,
your eyes in which at times stars are leaping
can day after day captivate me,
in the joy and insistence of a moment
when suddenly time stops in eternity,
as if my whole life depends on you.
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