There is a moment almost every day when the sun rises above the horizon and the light is purer than any other time of day. In that heart beat, time means nothing. It’s a breath that is more than beauty. It is food for the soul. And whenever I am granted the peace and freedom to bask in my precious sunrise, I stretch out my arms and let that moment nourish me. Because if you can find the things that wake you up from the inside out, you revel in them. Always.
Captive to the
Sunrise
I bloom and burst
With the thrill of
My sun
Blessing
and
Burning
Through the fog
Of doubt and
Despair
To light me
From within
So I might glow
Another day
So I might
Grow
Again
Today
And hear the wind
Breathe
Over the sea
To roar in my ear
And whisper
Against my flesh
The promise
That tomorrow
Will always
Come
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feel my rays
warming you
bubbling
through you
sparkling
and shining
feel my skin
velveteen peaches
soothing
what ails you
and making
a new ache
deep inside
feel my love
wet and silky
coating you
with the juice
of life
as I work my
magic
on your flesh
feel my sunrise
filling you
until you are
full and thick
feel the heat
of my noontime
as I grind out
the fervor
of the day
feel my sunset
as we explode
into a
rainbow
of color and light
painting
the world around
us
with the passion
and pleasure
of the sun
and
her moon
feel my sunshine
make it your own
In the stark blackness
Of morning
Unfettered from the
Supreme rush
Of wakeful humanity,
There is pure magic
In the breeze
And the song
Of the
Frogs, crickets, birds…
They compose a
Symphony
For us.
Listen closely darling
As we kiss
In the pale, filtered
Light of the
Waning moon.
Inhale the breath
Of my sleepy
Yearning.
Pull me
To You
To the ground
To the pleasure
That awaits us
Amongst
Nature’s symphony.
Just
Before
Dawn.
Image titled ‘before dawn’ by ByLaauraa via DeviantArt.com
Incandescence permeates
the thin cloth we hide beneath
Is it the sunset, or the sunrise?
Or is it us, glowing from within?
I cannot tell how long we’ve been here
Beneath these bed sheets
Wading in and out of
The warmth of each others delight.
It started with the promise of
Your hands, those lovely fingers,
So strong and reaching,
Clinging to my face as you searched…
Your clear, cogent stare seeking
Out the bubbles of doubt and fear
That percolated behind my eyes….
Your sweet, gentle, knowing smile
Popping each one with precision
Until my own hands softened and urged
Those lips to taste away any remnants
Of my trepidation.
And I surrendered.
In potent kisses,
Whispered words,
And gasping giggles,
My body becomes your candle.
You light me, ignite me, melt me
Into a puddle of sighs and pleas that
Dash against you fervently
Warming you from the outside in.
But still, we are incomplete.
Your coaxing and urging turn to
Pinning and taking.
No longer a question,
Submission is required.
And my stinging skin is
Reward for us both.
The last of your will
Lands, glistening, on my flesh.
Salty strands of love for me to
Play in, taste and treasure.
After our skin cools
And heartbeats slow,
You carry me beneath the shower.
Where the water pressure
Is a delicious reminder of
The wicked sin that is our pleasure.
All that you can deliver,
I want it bad
I want it again, and again, and again.
So that when I wake to see
Incandescence permeate these bed sheets,
I can smile at you and
Feel your smile in return.
Just as you are, my sun.
Pressure by Milk & Bone
Darkness gives way
The Sun bubbles up
Across a new day horizon
Light seeps into the clouds
Over leaves speckled with Autumn
And into my tired and hungry soul
As the black fades
The gray mist of yesterday
Is replaced by purple hope
The hole in my chest
Left from that wicked darkness
Seems to fill up with that Sun
Do you feel it too?
The warmth of my Sun?
Fire and freedom United?
She feeds me and fuels me
Waking my spirit
With the delight of that purple hope
So I bask in her beauty
I revel in the change
Created by something so simple
My sunrise
My saviour
My infinite purple hope
I am often affected by surreal beauty, and not much marvels the sky.
Sunrises and sunsets will lift me no matter how low I am. Anyone who knows me knows how often I lose myself staring at God’s most amazing artwork. The colors achieved during the rise and fall of the sun are unrivaled and very difficult to capture. But I try so often that I have amassed a huge number of images, unfortunately, photography is not one of my skills.
I love all phases of the sky, even the bleak grayness that we are afflicted with in Ohio, during the majority of winter.
I love clouds of all shapes and sizes.
I love storms and the flashes of lightning that accompany the thunder which also affects me deeply.
I love twilight, when the stars first begin to glimmer.
I love the deepest, darkest night where no light can be seen in that eerie blackness.
I love a sliver of a moon against a blanket of twinkling stars.
I love, love, love the full moon, but especially when it is wrapped in a thin white blanket which creates a backlit night that almost seems like a muted day.
But I have a physical response to the sun.
The sun heats me and fills me with something I can’t explain. It is glorious in it’s ability to make me feel good. It is extraordinary in it’s ability to heal me when I’m feeling abused, depressed, or angry. It is vicious in it’s long disappearances which make me sad, weak, and empty.
When the sun rises, and can be seen, it more than lights my day. It feeds me. I feel stronger after watching it slip out from it’s red, orange, pink and purple blanket. I face the day with renewed optimism and fervor.
When the sun sets, especially when it sprays it’s prism across all the clouds in the sky, as if by magic, it isn’t sadness that I feel when it disappears into the night. It is repleteness. It is continuation. It is hope.
I was driving during the sunset, this evening. I was able to witness it from all angles.
Tonight, the sun blessed me with something very special.
A vast and complete Purple Sky.
The entire void around me, all of the heavens above me, the whole atmosphere was coated in the most dazzling shade of lilac.
My smile could not be contained. I nearly stopped to gape at it’s awesomeness. Instead, it followed me all the way home.
I know not everyone is as touched by these daily occurrences as me. In parts of the world, every sunset and sunrise is amazing, and therefore, people possibly become numb to the allure of it.
I would never. But I am supremely affected by it’s beauty. Every. Single. Time.
The sun kissed me goodnight, this evening. And that kiss was exotic, thrilling, illustrious, and disarming. Unmatched by any magic I have ever felt. A drug I pray that I get to enjoy for eternity.
I love the sun.
I love my Purple Sky.
I wake to the warmth of your hands on my skin. Your breath scalds my neck. And suddenly, you’re sizzling cock is searing into me.
I’m disoriented, and struggle slightly against the heat, but your familiar fire beckons me to be still, to let you in.
I moan as you fill me completely, and when your fingertips blister my nipples, I whimper at their impatient tug and twist. When they creep down my belly and slip into my velvet folds, my breath catches, fire spreading, white hot and alive, within me.
As you circle my awakening button, your teeth sink into my shoulder, sending electricity straight to my center. I grind into you, silently pleading for more. But your other hand burns up my side, from under me, and constricts lightly around my throat, halting me, calming me, soothing me.
My mind stops, the fever consuming me. I am wrapped completely in your flames. Your mouth lays napalm on my neck. Your hands and fingers brand my skin, and I inhale the steam, allowing myself feel the complete reverence of being held by the sun.
Pressing around me from every angle, the waves of our fiery storm wash over me, intense pleasure only beckons my desire for more. My lips open to beg, but your hand closes over my mouth, holding your flames in.
I can no longer tell where I end and you begin. I am yours to devour, and as you slowly rock within me, I feel myself about to crumble and detonate. You sense it too, and envelope me completely. Pumping your embers into me, harder and faster, you breathe against my ear, “Come, sweet wife. Now…”
The body that is no longer my own obeys your scorching command. Clenching around you, I am turned inside out. Sparks and ash pour from my lips while molten ecstasy gushes between my legs.
You singe my flesh, pressing into me furiously, and erupt inside me. We melt into one another like two kinds of liquid metal, mixing to create something new.
As the flames die, and our sweat cools our skin, you kiss me sweetly, turning me in your embrace and capturing me against your chest. “Good Girl,” you whisper, sending shivers down my spine. My joy escapes in a tiny giggle and we are surrounded by light in glorious shades of coral, fuchsia, rose and lilac.
Perfect sunrise, accomplished.
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