Gert Strydom
When the morning peeps shyly through the window
When the morning peeps shyly through the window
driving away the twilight with the first rays
then the hot fingers draw lines over your body
but still you are swept away to dreamland
and when you turn and move suddenly
then you lie right against me
and I see you open your eyes with new messages
where for moments we are joined.
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