It was the scent of juicy, honey dew melon,
It was the golden kiss of the sun,
It was the warm summer feel
that let me know you were the one.
It was reggae basses and baritones blessing the air,
It was your lips on the back of my neck letting me know that you were there.
It was the screech of the fan
replacing the tune of the ice-cream van,
It's funny how both joy and sadness reside with that man.
It's the gentle waves smooching the edge of the tub,
those summer nights, when we gently fell in love.
T.S.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
It was the scent of juicy, honey dew melon,
It was the golden kiss of the sun,
It was the warm summer feel
that let me know you were the one.
It was reggae basses and baritones blessing the air,
It was your lips on the back of my neck letting me know that you were there.
It was the screech of the fan
replacing the tune of the ice-cream van,
It's funny how both joy and sadness reside with that man.
It's the gentle waves smooching the edge of the tub,
those summer nights, when we gently fell in love.
T.S.
#love
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