Something 'bout the sun br warming the back of my neck br makes me think of your hand br flexing with no threat, br drawing out my lust br as you gently squeeze. br br Something 'bout the sun br kissing the back of my neck br as, eyes closed, I imagine br where your soft bite will sink br as though I'm made of berries br dipped in cream. br br Something 'bout the sun br colouring the back of my neck br rosy red upon heated shades br mirrored by my cheeks br as your eyes scream br what your body wants to say.