Summer sun rises high,
mocking grin—
teasing, calling me
to flirt with temptation again.
You come near:
a hint of vanilla
on your skin,
your sundress flowing
in the breeze.
My heart is yours—
do with it as you please.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
Summer sun rises high,
mocking grin—
teasing, calling me
to flirt with temptation again.
You come near:
a hint of vanilla
on your skin,
your sundress flowing
in the breeze.
My heart is yours—
do with it as you please.
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