he is my dawn
in early morning
that i wish to see more of
shedding his beautiful
soft lights over me,
warming my soul
during a lonely moment
painting my pallid, worn tapestry
with the colours of his
sunrise
he is my hot shower
after waking
the warmth that spills over
every curve and crevice
rousing my cells and
bringing me back to life
he soothes the aches that
scream out like lions
with his soft trickling,
dancing along my pale
skin
and he is my evening tide
drawn to me by the Moon,
who washes away
the cloud that surrounds me
after a long day
leaving his salty taste
on my skin,
seeping in
as the waves of pleasure
flow over my body
and leaves me
breathless
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