Starting honey sweet, light as a feather the first spring breeze thats breaking the brittle cold of past weathers.
Longing after what seems but a distant memory, my heart is tethered.
I cannot stress enough, express such need to feel warm earth against my bare feet; dewy breeze down my exposed spine all the mental sighs of summertime.
Laying hands and lips against sun-kissed skin feeling relief from the heat ridden beach, as we suspend in the calm, endless ocean
To be out until pink, and lavander bursts of fragmented light graze the sky and watch the dozing sun set in his espresso eyes
We'll lay upon the soft emerald grass watching all the stars and satellites hands naturally entertwined on our beautiful August night.