Summer Nights


Moonlit night, reflections of light,
paint the oceans canvas.
You and I sitting in your car,
talking endless.
That spark in your eye,
That wave in your hair,
me dreaming of the chance to caress it.
To me you were perfection,
soft smooth skin, hands like silk.
Touch of the Devine right in front of me.
The sweet velvet taste of your lips,
the anticipation of thier hot kiss. Exquisite.
Our milk white bodies interlaced.
My sweetest lover, my man, my hero.
Those summer nights will always be mine, in a place where time is limitless.

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