Summer Sun

Blowing kisses from across the room
that I can somehow still feel.
As tangable as kisses on my neck,
or your hands on my thighs.

The scent of oranges
wafting through the air,
at the summer street fair
where you ran with me
through the crowds of people
and we layed in the fresh grass.
The whole world belonging to only us.

Swaying to the beat of the drum
when we dance.
Humming to the drum of your heartbeat,
when we lay in bed together.

Making love
on a Sunday afternoon.
Your hands 
knowing exactly where to touch.
A fiery
passionate
dance of your souls.

A cherry blossom
you stuck in your hair.
Unaware 
your beauty is already
equal to a goddess. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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