I remember you the first time <br />stripped from every piece of clothing, <br />with your sun’s burning into my soul, <br />leading me to the bed <br />my with a hand. <br /> <br />Like a landscape <br />with mountains pointing peaking, <br />a meadow over your stomach <br />and a magic valley <br />to which I dare it like an explorer <br />and glide in to get relief <br />(in the need that chases us) <br />and how your expression changes <br />and you kiss with open eyes <br />and you tuned to me. <br /> <br />I remember the first time <br />that you call out in passion <br />and that I see pleasure on your face <br />and I am in a dark cave <br />that cuddles me loving <br />and we are one in spirit, body and soul <br />in a struggle against loneliness <br /> <br />and the rain falling outside, <br />the thunder that sound everywhere, <br />the wind that jerks the window <br />happens in another world <br />and we are on our own journey <br /> <br />while I press myself deeper into you, <br />I feel you stiffen, <br />I become beating, <br />my whole body burns <br />and seed are injected into your depths. <br /> <br />[Reference: die reis by Breyten Breytenbach.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-1/
