The idea of kissing someone else in the summer time
burned my lips.
They felt scolded as they touched someone else
under the heat waves of mid June.
They became parched as they braced themselves
against someone else's bare, sweated, sand covered chest.
Scolded lips--scolded.
Forever burned.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
The idea of kissing someone else in the summer time
burned my lips.
They felt scolded as they touched someone else
under the heat waves of mid June.
They became parched as they braced themselves
against someone else's bare, sweated, sand covered chest.
Scolded lips--scolded.
Forever burned.