In the mid of summertime
The breath you exhaled bathed my skin
And let your fragrance absorbed in me
We stripped the shy softly
Cherishing every kiss
The elixir floated on your curves
And the bosoms erected in love
I sucked out in gulp

It's winter and cold
Frozen and choked
Soon be Enbalmed
In my lost senses
Where the days are long
And nights seem forlorn
If there exists a final touch
Before the meltdown
Just like the old days
When summer could strike again


©turmoilmoon