Her cheeks golden apples
Voice a hushed whisper
She smells like coconut Coppertone and sunshine
Her cotton candy lipgloss is sticky on my lips
Tanned skin salty from the surf
Smooth and soft like a puppy’s belly
Blonde hair sun-streaked, warm
Stomachs flip-flopping with teen-crush happiness
Gotta go…
Why?
I know.
Hate it though.
So we linger
To watch the surf swallow the sun
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Her cheeks golden apples
Voice a hushed whisper
She smells like coconut Coppertone and sunshine
Her cotton candy lipgloss is sticky on my lips
Tanned skin salty from the surf
Smooth and soft like a puppy’s belly
Blonde hair sun-streaked, warm
Stomachs flip-flopping with teen-crush happiness
Gotta go…
Why?
I know.
Hate it though.
So we linger
To watch the surf swallow the sun
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