Saturday, October 01, 2011

Summer story

The summer came and went,
as an unwelcome guest.
It was a beautiful and strange
season this summer.
The warm breeze was swooshing
the silence away.
The sweet and beautiful voice
of her lips smacking on each m
was music while driving.

The summer came and went,
like an awkward silence;
as it was never meant to last.
There are loves and there are loves,
as someone said.
The gentle touch of her skin,
the look on her eyes
and the noisy city
was no match for the summer.

The summer came and went
as a passionate lover that screams
with pleasure and gloat.
The sumer was strange and rightfully hers,
as my hands might have been
one time or another.

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