SUNFLOWERS.
You feel like pure sun, irradiating, filling me. I feel you closer than my own skin. The warmth of blood itself, rushing because my heart is beating faster. You’re commanding my smile, the tense muscles, the slow breathing, the heat from within. And all my sunflowers are pointing at you. Is it the summer, that makes love stories be greater? Warm nights calling for lovers to run to each other?
Written by Cece Arroya
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