The sun is shining,
Gently.
Casting a glow,
On this summer day.
We could be making love,
Or dancing;
Till we're too tired.
To do anymore.
Playing games,
Or just laughing loud,
Till the neighbours,
Hear our noise.
We could do anything.
But I'd rather just hold you.
Hold you close.
Enjoying this glow,
Till the sun is no more.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
The sun is shining,
Gently.
Casting a glow,
On this summer day.
We could be making love,
Or dancing;
Till we're too tired.
To do anymore.
Playing games,
Or just laughing loud,
Till the neighbours,
Hear our noise.
We could do anything.
But I'd rather just hold you.
Hold you close.
Enjoying this glow,
Till the sun is no more.
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