The sun braids with gold into multi-colored
marble, and I want to kiss and lick the texture,
stone smoothed into skin by centuries.
I think I could climb it, and I wish your hands
were here to hold me back and pull my mouth
instead to yours. The surprise of gentle strength,
the layers to lose my breath, the day and night
watching light slide and change the surface...
perfect preparation for that sweet first kiss.
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