The Kiss

Ever been kissed by the sun?
The heated rays, like long fila, gracefully stroke my lips like fingers,
permeating every pore of my submissive face,
igniting my entire celled body.
A lover not afraid to give me warmth is the sun to me.
Never tiring, he keeps pouring until his radiance is too wonderful for me
to contain, that I am forced to look away.
Oh that I could hold him, be him, embody him.
Let your light shine in me!
Illuminate me.