where the sun
awakens
light mating with dark
bleeding into
my beloved sky
I breathe in the
cold, silent morning
and the light
seeps into me
as well
reminding me
forever
that the sky gives birth
every dawn
to a
brand
new
day
There is a moment almost every day when the sun rises above the horizon and the light is purer than any other time of day. In that heart beat, time means nothing. It’s a breath that is more than beauty. It is food for the soul. And whenever I am granted the peace and freedom to bask in my precious sunrise, I stretch out my arms and let that moment nourish me. Because if you can find the things that wake you up from the inside out, you revel in them. Always.
Captive to the
Sunrise
I bloom and burst
With the thrill of
My sun
Blessing
and
Burning
Through the fog
Of doubt and
Despair
To light me
From within
So I might glow
Another day
So I might
Grow
Again
Today
And hear the wind
Breathe
Over the sea
To roar in my ear
And whisper
Against my flesh
The promise
That tomorrow
Will always
Come
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feel my rays
warming you
bubbling
through you
sparkling
and shining
feel my skin
velveteen peaches
soothing
what ails you
and making
a new ache
deep inside
feel my love
wet and silky
coating you
with the juice
of life
as I work my
magic
on your flesh
feel my sunrise
filling you
until you are
full and thick
feel the heat
of my noontime
as I grind out
the fervor
of the day
feel my sunset
as we explode
into a
rainbow
of color and light
painting
the world around
us
with the passion
and pleasure
of the sun
and
her moon
feel my sunshine
make it your own
In the stark blackness
Of morning
Unfettered from the
Supreme rush
Of wakeful humanity,
There is pure magic
In the breeze
And the song
Of the
Frogs, crickets, birds…
They compose a
Symphony
For us.
Listen closely darling
As we kiss
In the pale, filtered
Light of the
Waning moon.
Inhale the breath
Of my sleepy
Yearning.
Pull me
To You
To the ground
To the pleasure
That awaits us
Amongst
Nature’s symphony.
Just
Before
Dawn.
Image titled ‘before dawn’ by ByLaauraa via DeviantArt.com
Incandescence permeates
the thin cloth we hide beneath
Is it the sunset, or the sunrise?
Or is it us, glowing from within?
I cannot tell how long we’ve been here
Beneath these bed sheets
Wading in and out of
The warmth of each others delight.
It started with the promise of
Your hands, those lovely fingers,
So strong and reaching,
Clinging to my face as you searched…
Your clear, cogent stare seeking
Out the bubbles of doubt and fear
That percolated behind my eyes….
Your sweet, gentle, knowing smile
Popping each one with precision
Until my own hands softened and urged
Those lips to taste away any remnants
Of my trepidation.
And I surrendered.
In potent kisses,
Whispered words,
And gasping giggles,
My body becomes your candle.
You light me, ignite me, melt me
Into a puddle of sighs and pleas that
Dash against you fervently
Warming you from the outside in.
But still, we are incomplete.
Your coaxing and urging turn to
Pinning and taking.
No longer a question,
Submission is required.
And my stinging skin is
Reward for us both.
The last of your will
Lands, glistening, on my flesh.
Salty strands of love for me to
Play in, taste and treasure.
After our skin cools
And heartbeats slow,
You carry me beneath the shower.
Where the water pressure
Is a delicious reminder of
The wicked sin that is our pleasure.
All that you can deliver,
I want it bad
I want it again, and again, and again.
So that when I wake to see
Incandescence permeate these bed sheets,
I can smile at you and
Feel your smile in return.
Just as you are, my sun.
Pressure by Milk & Bone
