I am the sun's odalisque
I lie in darkness on my bed
The cool air from the ceiling fan
Lulling me into a state of ennui
Until he creeps
Like a thief
Through the slatted cage of my blinds
To slowly caress me with his fiery touch
All over my golden skin
Until I'm so hot outside that I melt within
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