Something 'bout the sun
warming the back of my neck
makes me think of your hand
flexing with no threat,
drawing out my lust
as you gently squeeze.

Something 'bout the sun
kissing the back of my neck
as, eyes closed, I imagine
where your soft bite will sink
as though I'm made of berries
dipped in cream.

Something 'bout the sun
colouring the back of my neck
rosy red upon heated shades
mirrored by my cheeks
as your eyes scream
what your body wants to say.

18/8/08

Viola Grey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-bout-the-sun/