The Zenith
My sweet precious man
My darling boy
You think you feel the heat
Oh, but little do you know
The zenith is yet to come
You are warming nicely
Fingers of fire under your skin
A healthy pink glow
As you take the heat in
The zenith is yet to come
You are searing nicely
I watch you begin to sweat
From every pore everywhere
Getting a nice salty wet
The zenith is yet to come
Everything else fades
Your mind and body burn
In my blaze about to faint
And yet you still yearn
The zenith is....almost...here
Sizzling flesh, scorching flares
Devoured by each ray
You beg for release
Tired of Sunshine play
THE ZENITH HAS...C...O...M...E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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