Making love <br />should come naturally, <br />should be something of passion, <br />filled with romance <br /> <br />and there should be stars in your eyes, <br />while they smoulder with lust, <br />a sweet kind of serenity gracing your pretty face <br /> <br />with a soft burning candle or two <br />and some soft music playing <br />but with you my love <br /> <br />I am like a survivor <br />from a sunken ship, <br />clutching at driftwood <br />while the storm <br />is still gathering in force <br /> <br />and your petite body entices me <br />leaving me swept out <br />on a new beach <br />with eyes clutched shut <br />after almost drowning <br /> <br />which I still have to explore <br />to map it in my mind, <br />to find all the secret spots <br />and while the night passes <br />far too quickly <br />you are torn from me <br />by time and circumstance <br /> <br />and I see your eyes <br />glittering big in the flare <br />of a cigarette <br />and your smell <br />and that of the cigarette <br />fills my head, my heart <br /> <br />while your skirt unnoticed by you, <br />hinge up a perfect leg <br />and the litheness <br />of your slender body <br />is etched against the night sky.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-very-special-girl/
