Slow Dancing Poem by Gert Strydom

Slow Dancing



Your auburn hair flows
in a shining string
down your pearly white neck
and I smell the sweetness
of your warm breath
while I hold you
and we slow dance together.

There’s joy in your eyes
as we move slowly
and your body
is hot and soft against mine
and somehow I can feel
your heart beating
as if we are part
of each other.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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