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I feel it creeping over me

the shadow evaporating as

warmth begins to replace it,

the tingling of my skin

sensitive

and receptive, wanting

I am as naked

as the day I was born.

Wanton and free

of inhibition 

and exposed to neighbourly curiosity 

…Should they be interested.

But this drives me,

the tingling and warmth 

capturing my body

as I lie in wake

but with eyes closed, fluttering,

seeing your face in the clouds

as I feel the heat spread.

I part my legs slightly

in invitation,

an acquiescence of my consent

in the knowledge that I may burn,

a chance I’m willing to take

such that I may delight in the hand

of heat

from the Sun.

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