Early this morning

Early this morning
when you waked me up
I experienced your tender smell
like a garden of fresh flowers blooming

and your hot soft body were clinging to mine
and your breath was fresh like apples
in a orchard

but your eyes my love, flamed
as if being on fire
and something indescribable were
between the two of us

and some people call it love
but I know
that it was much more.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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