The heat of
midsummer brings you to mind,
Your brown skin
warm and fiery to my touch.
I reach in quest
for you but fail to find
Those silky supple
curves I want so much.
Sun-filled skies spin
me to your eyes of light,
Shining as if the
stars were all stored there,
And then my
thoughts turn to your smile so white
Before I see in
visions your black hair.
In the talking wavelets
on the sea’s shores
I hear your voice
whisper love on a kiss,
And, as the day
slows down, dusk’s darkness pours
The sounds of you
breathing in sleep’s drenched bliss.
For now I’ve
quenched the ceaseless seasonal heat
Recalling one who
makes daydreams complete.
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