Solar Powered
A Steamy, Natural Poem by Julie Lacksonen
The sun -
With inviting rays,
Whispers, "Feel me."
She leans her head backward
And accepts the gift of heat
She exposes her body,
Basking in the pleasure of the warmth
She rests with an ecstatic and content smile.
As she rises to leave,
She murmurs in anticipation,
“See you tomorrow.”
*
After a fitful night of sleep
Clouds interfere,
Depriving her body
Of the warmth and pleasure
She so longingly seeks
She sighs, with eyes cast downward
Murmuring in anticipation,
“Maybe tomorrow.”
*
An inviting, comforting voice,
With a warm tone,
Whispers, “Feel me.”
He approaches from across the room.
She leans her head backward,
And accepts the gift of heat
She exposes her body,
Basking in the pleasure of the warmth
She rests with an ecstatic and content smile.
As she rises to leave,
She murmurs in anticipation,
“See you tomorrow.”
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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