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Louise Tredoux

Stroked Satin Skin

We should make love more often, Rudi
said - Once a day not enough anymore?
I queried - We have to practice for our
world trip – Shall we do England?

Yes, we’ll make love in a small inn over-
looking the Thames - Oh? Why not a tourist
site? Rudi asked - Because the English is
more inhibited, I honour their decency

The French is more decadent – And Italy?
snuggling closer, I stroked the satin skin
on his back – Oh, we’ll do it in the middle
of Rome, you know their reputation

We’ll put them to the test! – Louise, you are
a little devil, have you no interest in art and
culture? – Yes, after conquering various
parts of the world, culture is old

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Exquisite Tactile Joy

I love it when you stroke my back,
I feel like purring like a cat, maybe
I am, goose-bumps are running down
my spine, I wish I could lie in your lap
forever, your hands absentmindedly
caressing my back – the TV, the great
estrangement factor, curtailing con-
versation, maiming imagination - will
become a source of joy; the joy of
physical contact

Whether you’re watching cricket or
rugby, a sitcom or Discovery, as long
as I can rest my head on you while you
massage my back, I’m happy; it doesn’t
matter whether we have something to
talk about, as long as we have physical
contact – you make my nerves contract
in the joy of soft, rhythmic stroking mo-
vements; afterwards you can ask me

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I Love To Love Rudi

Laughing, eating, drinking and enjoying,
Rudi ran off from the conference to be
with me tonight, he knows I can’t sleep
when he’s not home, he doesn’t care for
the function and important guests at the
conference hotel, when he walked in with
a wide and mischievous grin, I could have
swallowed him, he came with chocolate
liqueur, my favourite, found me adding
stencils to the walls in the kitchen, he was
so surprised and helped me clean up,
and what with liqueur and everything,
we had a wonderful reunion in each
others arms before going out to buy take-
aways – Rudi preferring THIS to his
smart dinner-dance at a smart venue,
I feel like a million bucks, I love the love
that chocolate liqueurs add by making
inhibitions fade, I love to love Rudi, I
love the way he loves me, I love life –

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You Love Me As Much As I Love You

The day marching on, each minute following the previous
with military precision, within the seconds I thought I saw
a little fairy, it might have been an angel also, I saw her
wink in conspiracy, I laid my embroidery aside, glanced
through the window, saw you passing by and knew the
fairy came to tell me you were here. I ran down to our
meeting place, it was glorious to see you again, to hear
your tale of yesterday's adventures, to walk on the beach,
to share your confidence, to start the week with trust and
hope in our hearts, briefly embracing before you had to
depart. After your visit the sea seemed more blue, the
wind was more comforting, life suddenly smiling at me,
my sorrows departed and left me the sun shining above,
I read the message of love in your eyes and felt it in the
touch of your lips: You love me as much as I love you...

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Life is Music And Love

Listening to Cavaliera Rusticana, Rudi’s
favourite, I don’t know it well, male voices
like hobos and flutes, golden shine in the
brown hues, silver sopranos flashing in deep
ocean water, the music calls for conducting
moving to the music, Rudi’s arms around me

I love him, love the music, vibrantly alive, a
celebration of life, rhythm and notes bring
love to me, music enclosing everything, a
framework that confers meaning, Rudi’s
voice a velvet cloth in which he wraps me
safely, soft, warm, caressing my heart

Spinning a safety net, catching me when I
fall into nightmares, building a bulwarks
against fear for the future, against the pain
of being born sinful, being incomplete – he
brings completion and infinity, the most
wonderful feeling of security, music and

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After Having One Good Cry

Oh dear, I have gained such a lot of weight,
now to learn how to make my peace with it,
then start shedding as much as possible

Won’t confess to Rudi how much it bothers
me, he’ll say I’m vain – and he’ll be right, of
course, I only need to look good for him and

Myself, nobody else - I hate my new picture,
I’ll start eating right and focus on being content
with life, apparently eating is an emotional crutch

To create a feeling of well-being artificially, I know
the postponement of the wedding and everything
that happened caused a great upset

But now’s the time to become emotionally mature
and make some new year’s resolutions, I will stop
feeling sorry for myself and seeking comfort

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Chocolate Cake And Rudi

Chocolate cake and Rudi
and my life is complete
Rudi surmises if only
I had more chocolate
cake I would have felt
better all the time, he
says for a statue I have
amazing powers, I
forgot to say, I’m the
statue of Liberty!

I wonder, will too much
love scare him away?
If he takes another trip
out to sea, I’ll be a stow-
away; why should he
be a marine biologist?
Juliette says I mustn’t
love him so much to
prevent my heart being

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Love Endures Beyond This Life

A dream wedding it was, Juliette’s correct mother wriggling
her toes in the sand, everyone breaking out of their normal
stance, romantic Rudi complimenting me as I met him on
the edge of the sea, he loved my dress, lack of make-up,
no trimmings that seem so irksome and unnecessary, he
loved my veil and anchor, saying so much, the pastor had
to silence him to conduct the service, I didn’t listen, my head
too full of beautiful thoughts, blue sky, sunshine, white sand,
enticing sea, finally said I do, a beach braai, ran into the
waves, went to a club afterwards where we danced, muted
music romantic, Rudi whispering kamasutra for you and me,
I love the idea, I love life and all the world, I love Rudi in terms
I cannot express, driving off, leaving the rest, discovering new
intimacy, proud of making a contract to take care of each other,
joyous in creating a new life, willing to stake my life on Rudi,
willing to live I Corinthians 13 with him – love forgives
everything, hopes everything, gives everything, love
endures beyond this life…

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Burst Of Fire

Oh, for that burst of fire,
within a ring of feeling, the
fire of love consummate

For the overpowering desire,
the desire for fire, the living
feeling like a being alive

Seizing, overpowering its victim,
unifying all rivulets of desire in a
flaming quagmire, burning alive

Inflamed in an all-consuming, over-
powering desire, torturing, tortuous,
delightful, delicious, destruction of

All restraint, instinctual seizure,
instincts alive in burning desire,
aflame, alight, lighted, lightning

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Rudi And Me Doing The Tango

I watch dancing on TV – So You Think You
Can Dance and Strictly Come Dancing, and I
dream – that is Rudi and me doing the tango,
there we go, entranced in a dreamy waltz, here
we come in an exciting Bossa Nova, then we
do a fast Foxtrot, Rudi is laughing at me, he
says he would never dance like that, sway his
hips, playing tricks, I pout and say I want to
dance again with him; so he waltzes me to his
bedroom, he says the only dance he really likes
is a tango for two flat in bed, when he gets to
feed his eyes, lips, hands and tongue on his
partner’s gyrating body parts, he makes me
laugh; I bite at him and complain it’s not a
dance when lying down, he says I asked for
it and drags me off into the kitchen where he
exhibits his culinary skills and gourmet taste
in quite a novel way, given the main dish is
me, Louise Tredoux, the Pastor’s daughter,
oh, how I’ve fallen from quiet religious con-

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