Summer Love
I ran my hand up your arm.
I felt your heart beat through
Your wrist.
Faster as I touch your face.
I ran my finger down your cheek, past the already healed gash right below your bone.
All your pain, fear, and weakness gushed into my blood stream, and I could feel myself scream on the inside. I was on fire, burning flames of riveting passion that unsettled my mind and body
To feel everything that is you.
I felt your lips touch mine, all else settled. It was quiet in my mind. My skin was boiling with the intensity of your face so close to mine. Then a sudden uproar of enticing desire fled my body. And I felt as your bones jumped out of your skin. In that I knew your love would rain down on me like a thunder storm with the sun still peaking through your clouds of desire.
Undeniably…
Your my summer time love.
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