Under The Sun (Short Poem)
There's no shame
Yes, she had curves, but she was more than determined not to hide them anymore under baggy clothes.
She was going to enjoy her body intensely, without fear.
A caress, a kiss given in the darkest hour of the day.
One hundred days filled with the wettest desire. Without limits for a young soul, eager to know other worlds.
Sweat that clouds the mind for an instant and takes your breath away when you least expect it.
There is no need to look like a picture taken from a magazine to enjoy the pleasure.
Simply, you have to undress and throw away any fear about what they might say.
Yes, she had curves and was proud of them. No one could take that pride away from her.
Every mark on her body was an expression of her battles.
She did not allow herself to be overcome by fear. She was stronger than that.
Her arms were weapons to face daily battles.
Within her flowed life in all forms known to mankind.
She had no way of hiding the true nature of her being.
A caress, a kiss given in the darkest hour of the day.
There is no need to hide under a pile of baggy clothing.
Desire always shines in the sunlight.
