"My Sunflower"

When the cold rain comes upon
me. My body is warm with
passion, for the thoughts of
her is my steamy key.

She is my source that sets
my soul on fire. The touch
of her soft lacey body brings
my fever higher.

She is my Sunflower that is
sweet to the taste. When
she open her arms to me
there was very much haste.

When are hearts came
together there was a
lovely sound. For she is
like a queen who wears
a golden crown

David Anthony Bernard