Jun 2020
The burning of my back,
The moisture in my skin,
The grass between my fingers,
The prickling in my chin.
The sun lightens my eyes,
I kiss your crimson lips,
Heat rises to your cheeks,
Your smiling just for me.
The moisture in my skin,
The grass between my fingers,
The prickling in my chin.
The sun lightens my eyes,
I kiss your crimson lips,
Heat rises to your cheeks,
Your smiling just for me.
Another poem about a fictitious summer love.
(19/F/Undisclosed)
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