The moments drag out

After making love
the moments drag out
while I am still in you

the moments clasped in your womanhood
while you look up at me
with those dreamy eyes

feels like a eternity
and the rising of your small breasts
with their red aroused nipples

the tenderness of your look and touch
is something really sweet
a kind of serenity
for which I cannot find any words.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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