Love

I'm magnificently aware of the sun on my face, warming my legs, caressing every inch I give up

My hair is free and dancing for the breeze, every movement a show of submission

My skirt creeps farther up my thighs, acquiescing for the sun, inviting the breeze to whisper against the bare skin

My lovers are discovering my hidden birthmark, urging the wetness with a kiss from the sun, a touch from the wind

An oak tree towers over me, embracing me beneath the sky