Fuck you, sun. That's what I want to do. So what
if you're a goddess. You're not immune to sex
once your body decides it wants my body.
Can you imagine: My cock
gleaming in light, your lips
parted and waiting.
I'd find radiance in your cunt, taste
its sweet wet shimmer. I'd touch the sun
on your flank, feel it taut beneath my hooves.
Lusting your light, so close to burning—
even if my flanks roasted and my cock charred
I'd do you with a smile on my face.

By: Remetheus