Moments

The hot summer sun beats down,

on my back as I lay on the ground;

wishes of company,

for you to be here with me.

Absent-minded daydreams

and long forgotten wishes never seen,

the feel of your hands in my hair

and your lips softly expelling cool air

to blow across my skin, as I

dream this one moment were mine.

The End

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