I am a child of the light
As the early morning sun nudges me awake.
The new warmth lays heavy on my skin.
A delicious caress rushes over me.
I toss off covers and clothes and all that keeps me from my sensuous light.
A bright stillness lays over me.
Nooks and crannies and private crevices crave the sun's caress.
A still aching desire creeps over my soul
As fingers dance in my garden's dew.
I welcome the sun. I ache for the warmth. I crave the sensation. And I slip into bliss.
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sexrock32:
I am not a morning person, at all. But you really made mornings seem magical. :)
onespeed:
awesome
