I bid thee farewell my summer.
You were harsh and quick with your fiery lashes.
And now when our finger tips are reaching out for just one last touch,
I know I will miss you 'til next summer,
When we can tumble in our torturous union once again.
You were harsh and quick with your fiery lashes.
And now when our finger tips are reaching out for just one last touch,
I know I will miss you 'til next summer,
When we can tumble in our torturous union once again.
2 comments:
Um, ditto!
I can't even say goodbye yet. It's still hooooot.
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