Like The Harsh Sun Pats Day's Hot Atmosphere
She loves it unkind; ways much unlike her.
He wishes it rough; thoughts never of him.
He likes the ways she treated him defer,
She draws the view he should see via eyes whim-
Like the sun penetrates the skin deep down
Without a tear though harsh, yet never frown...
Such rough ways mirror -
Lewd quest words can't draw nearer;
But mind grows severe...
Echoes of his presence become her song...
Whispers of her voice stretches his heartbeats...
He is yet to take her where stirs belong,
She is ever ready to stage his treats.
Like petals spreads its bud for Sun's embrace
Without fear of drying up or be deface-
Such treats maps sea;
Love be drown like detainee,
When need found is key!
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