When Late At Night She Lays In My Arms Then Her Breath Blows Against My Face And Her Hair Is In A Curly Bush, Spread Satin Soft Upon My Chest And I Can Feel Every Breath That She T Poem by Gert Strydom
When Late At Night She Lays In My Arms Then Her Breath Blows Against My Face And Her Hair Is In A Curly Bush, Spread Satin Soft Upon My Chest And I Can Feel Every Breath That She T
When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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