Morning Sun

you are the bright morning sun
I am a mere flower worshipping your light
when you kiss my face
I turn to you and open my petals

shine upon me
I am caressed, coated with the night’s dew
your breath makes me this way

so stretch forth your rays
pluck me and drink me
my sweet nectar spills over for you
your flames lick my soft curled edges

in an effort to hold you there
inside my deepest most intimate parts
I pull myself tight, clenching wickedly
wrapping you within my folds

inhaling your light is my life
I exhale whimpering sighs
I don’t ever want you to leave me again

tara caribou | ©️2018

33 thoughts on “Morning Sun

  1. And on that day no human, animal, flora nor fauna had ever saw the sun so close to the earth. nestling, nuzzling the life it brought fourth from its very rays. reaching with curled live, burning appendages, approaching a thirst that would never be quenched, quelled; quarreling amidst the very laws of gravity and space to fight for the desire that draped hearts in the most blinding, silken,latex love. if there came a day when the sun could not shine for his flower, there would be no need for photosynthesis or falling in another’s arms.

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