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.

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You’re commanding my smile,

The tense muscles, the slow breathing

The heat from within.

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And all my sunflowers are pointing at you.

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Is it the summer, that makes love stories be greater?

Warm nights calling for lovers to run to each other?

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Written by: Cecelia

Art: @alexgowon