Côte d’Azur


I can feel the deep blu of your eyes
On mine
That are just of a boring brown
Yours
Remind me of the see in Côte d'Azur
Where we were drinking wine on The sand
But your amber skin is way more Exiting than french wine and
Every morning
When I wake up between your Messy sheets
At the seeing of you
I feel that old same summer breeze

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