Gracious Lord, when at night I lie awake

Gracious Lord, when at night I lie awake
my body tingles all over, all nerves are erect,
I long to her in each and every breath I take,
her image, her face, her hair, her neck
stays with me while my whole being aches
and I wonder what kind of sin these thoughts makes.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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