if the sun refused to set
this is how i'd stay cool
i'd stand in your shadow
and bathe in the sweat that
trickled off of your body
and every time you exhaled
i'd rip off my clothes
and bare my sticky wet skin
to sieze the life restoring breeze
that stirs in and out of you
i'd park my ass on the ground
and forever gaze
up at your face framed by
golden sunlight
like aurora whose gift is the dawn
if you deigned to be unhaloed
and lower yourself to bequeath me
a shiny red apple and it's blossom
every now and again
i surely could not refuse
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Nice......Hope to read more from you
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