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.

4 Replies to “Sunlight (HNT)”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Are you 18 or older? This website contains material that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please verify your age to view the content, or click "Exit" to leave.
%d bloggers like this: