My love you’re a sunflower. Tall, and radiant gold. Gentle, strong, proud, and handsome How my body longs to hold. With you minutes are hours, And with you I will grow old. my love you are my summer, My warmth against the cold. My love you are the knuckles, Bloodied, sexy, with power. Bodies pushed against each other, Worked hands, in a hotboxed shower Kiss my neck, grab unto wrists, You touch me like a flower. My love yo...