White Bra & Panties

Dressed only in sunburn you lie there & groan (an impaled butterfly) the white lines of your bra & panties branded upon your nakedness moaning to the moon all the beautiful stars unable to comfort you your sun-drenched agony like a universe expanding ever outward into space the sun once so longed for now like a lover you don’t want to know no more as peeping over the sea’s horizon he comes knocking on your not another morning door. “Go away...! ” you yell tell him: “I don’t love you anymore! ” “Oh pleaseeeeee...babeeeeee... pleaseeee! ” the sun wheedles & begs reaching long burning fingers through the blind’s slats as if he were Freddie & you a dream in the horror movie of your self. But for all the following week (you a vampire now) only venturing out at night (allergic to sunlight) ashamed of yourself for giving yourself to him so totally. “Yes I am (a self confessed) sun slut but he burnt me up greedy for the touch of my skin! ” A foolish holiday romance looking stupid in the bright light of commonsense. Even 6 weeks.. after later...you still wear your panties & bra made of strangely white naked flesh (branded like a sheep) and wincing at the holiday snaps of this memento of your self ******* . SEE? THE SUN REALLY FANCIES ME! The sun peels off my skin layer by layer until it’s down to the bare necessities oh my epidermis! “Ah...who’s been a silly boy then? ” Blushing a deep lobster red I wince & cry to grin. “Guess it’s me then? ”