You are my sunshine,
so stay quiet in the moonlight
while I consume you
like a slow poison,
ready to die,
but waiting to attain the divine.

You are my sunshine,
Now be my fine wine,
till I drink the last drop
of your white nectar,
and then—
do it again.

You are my sunshine,
so let my soul align
with yours,
in a deep entanglement
where even a forehead kiss
becomes more than physical,
more than touch,
more than skin.

Let it linger.
Let it ache.
Let it glow
beneath the skin.

Let it slow burn.