I Love the way you breathe. You’ve learned to really rest when you sleep. You must have had some sleepless nights. But you ended up here with me. The sun rises from behind you. The silver in your hair lights up like snowflakes reflecting the sun, perfect. I dare not wake you, I want to kiss the shape of your lips, but your breathing is too perfect. The rhythm, Oh the rhythm of your skin invites me to dance, the tempo of your heartbeat invites the slide of the sheets to join. But briefly. What do I do? Your presence melts the sugar of my skin. I slowly melt towards you. The warmth of your heart wraps around the sun already shining through your silver crown. Can I touch it? Can I take the brown of my skin and run it gently against your crown. I’m close. So close to you. But I choose to take the sugar of my lips and put them against your sweet forehead. Behind the protection of this wall of brown sugar, this is the real reason I lay next to you. The honey of your mind makes the sip of your lips so much more sweeter. Your thoughts taste so good.
I lean into the melting of my chocolate mangoed lips against the sweet of your forehead. You smirk. Ah the smirk. That smirk of your lips. You take your hand and gently touch my stomach. I love the way you smile. My stomach fills with the light of your honey. You feel the butterflies fluttering feebly to the feel of the flat of your hand. You burrow the honey of your body deeper into mine. Our honey melts with the warmth of the sun saturating seamless through silver. As the sun melts your thoughts the sweet of your mind drips to the brown of your shapely lips. You place your lips against my chest and feed my heart as I feed your mind with the honeycomb you have given to me. We melt into each other. Were so still. So quiet. The bees of our homes hum sweetly. Your crown touches my eyes. The windows of my eyes thanks you. Your crown smells like the kiss of promises fulfilled. You lift your head and your crown to place your gentle eyes on my sun kissed face. I look into the sweet of your eyes. Everything you said about your past melts away. All I see is the queen you’ve become.
I bow to the shape of your lips. You take the curve your finger and lift my head. Your silk hand wraps around the side of face. Your body rises to the intersection of love and fear. The fear melts as do I. Then you kiss me. My world changes, The rust of my crown dissipates. The air stops as time bows to our love. Our kingdom is invisible but the rule of our love impacts the worlds around us. The sun kisses the place where you would lay. The river of my eyes drips to where your sweet forehead would be. I can feel the kiss from the UK. The sun has brought your message to me and laid it upon my lips. I can still feel you, taste you. I long to melt with you once again. But I will wait for my kiss from the UK.
Sun-Kissed From The UK