Heat
 
The sun’s warmth stains the sheets.
It filters through the window,
caressing skin,
like the touch of a lover,
confident and prolonged.
He whispers heat across my face,
and tells me the time is coming
for him to rise above me,
the pleasure-burn on my skin,
red prints –
the marks of his bold touch.

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