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Needing Her, Summer

The slipping, warm glide of water rolling overhead - the first dive of summer. The sun welcomes everyone back with tender, searing arms.
Catching the cusp of her lips upon the ripe taste, resembling that of felicity.
You, him, her, and I reveling in the wake of visual invitations, and body talk, to the music as the sun beats down.
The waves push you up and around, and with a joyous, juxtaposing kiss, the cold depths pull you under and the heated touch of nothing more send you up.
The sensation of such an event
Stimulates memories along your taste buds.
Some of which triggers pleasure; physically significant disasters, like no other.
The timid sweetness of love, and lemonade, and fireworks makes my body flush with June's signature lipstick shade: retro red.


A collaboration between jadielue & Myself
Written by GlennMcCrary
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