I miss summer....
Warm hands on my skin. The heat between us, making me sweat. Removing my clothing piece by piece. Eager to be naked. Eager to be seen. Wanting to feel the Sun's touch all over my body.
I miss summer....
Summer whispered its secrets in my ear, like a cool breeze on my cheek. Or a lover's thumb moving slowly across my bottom lip. Gazing into my eyes, eyes that are now wide open. Watching your mouth curl at the edges as you watch me bite mine in anticipation. Making me feel beautiful, sexy and loved all at once. And, lest I forget, butterflies.
I miss summer....
Looking into the bluest skies, the bluest eyes, a halo of golden curls around rosy cheeks, kissed by the Sun. Invisible lips, strong yet soft, smooth and shapely, gently cupping mine as our tongues dance to a song only our hearts can hear. Our souls, singing in a way that's never happened before or since. It is pure joy. Pure light.
I miss summer....
Ocean waves lapping at the shore. The horizon winks amidst wisps of cloud in an orange sky. We walk hand-in-hand into the water. It embraces us as we embrace each other. Making love while looking into smiling, happy eyes, feeling peace. A beach full of people sit 100 yards away, too busy building sand castles and collecting shells, browning like turkeys on Thanksgiving, to notice our heads bobbing just above the surface. Like mer-people in the sea, observing humans from afar. Living a secret life. Connected to the mysteries that lurk in the depths. Things no one else will know. Just us.
I miss summer....
Tiny silver surfers catching the sun on their backs, jumping joyously out of a wave for a moment of glory. Then, splashing down into the darkness to rejoin the current. The unlucky brave, caught in shrill beaks. Crushed. Swallowed whole. Gulls are the crows of the sea. But then, there are the sharks. Unlimited. Wide, open mouths reveal sharp teeth. From beneath you, it devours. Only a few feathers remain. Floating, gloating, on the surface.
I miss summer....
Gazing up at the stars together on a warm July night. Dancing against the backdrop of an August moon. The music, in our hearts, in our souls. You still sing that same song, even if only in your head now...remembering our dance. Remembering our chance.
I miss summer....
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Two-and-two equal four. Elevens by birth, elevens by name, eleven-eleven are one, but not the same. Never the twain, the twins, shall part. Not by soul. And, not by heart.
#Summer
#1111
#TwinFlames
*Thanks to Roy D. for inspiring the music-video....
Warm hands on my skin. The heat between us, making me sweat. Removing my clothing piece by piece. Eager to be naked. Eager to be seen. Wanting to feel the Sun's touch all over my body.
I miss summer....
Summer whispered its secrets in my ear, like a cool breeze on my cheek. Or a lover's thumb moving slowly across my bottom lip. Gazing into my eyes, eyes that are now wide open. Watching your mouth curl at the edges as you watch me bite mine in anticipation. Making me feel beautiful, sexy and loved all at once. And, lest I forget, butterflies.
I miss summer....
Looking into the bluest skies, the bluest eyes, a halo of golden curls around rosy cheeks, kissed by the Sun. Invisible lips, strong yet soft, smooth and shapely, gently cupping mine as our tongues dance to a song only our hearts can hear. Our souls, singing in a way that's never happened before or since. It is pure joy. Pure light.
I miss summer....
Ocean waves lapping at the shore. The horizon winks amidst wisps of cloud in an orange sky. We walk hand-in-hand into the water. It embraces us as we embrace each other. Making love while looking into smiling, happy eyes, feeling peace. A beach full of people sit 100 yards away, too busy building sand castles and collecting shells, browning like turkeys on Thanksgiving, to notice our heads bobbing just above the surface. Like mer-people in the sea, observing humans from afar. Living a secret life. Connected to the mysteries that lurk in the depths. Things no one else will know. Just us.
I miss summer....
Tiny silver surfers catching the sun on their backs, jumping joyously out of a wave for a moment of glory. Then, splashing down into the darkness to rejoin the current. The unlucky brave, caught in shrill beaks. Crushed. Swallowed whole. Gulls are the crows of the sea. But then, there are the sharks. Unlimited. Wide, open mouths reveal sharp teeth. From beneath you, it devours. Only a few feathers remain. Floating, gloating, on the surface.
I miss summer....
Gazing up at the stars together on a warm July night. Dancing against the backdrop of an August moon. The music, in our hearts, in our souls. You still sing that same song, even if only in your head now...remembering our dance. Remembering our chance.
I miss summer....
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Two-and-two equal four. Elevens by birth, elevens by name, eleven-eleven are one, but not the same. Never the twain, the twins, shall part. Not by soul. And, not by heart.
#Summer
#1111
#TwinFlames
*Thanks to Roy D. for inspiring the music-video....
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