𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓵: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼𖤍

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊

Your enffulgent skin under the sun,
it was painted gold.
Our shadows merged,
we were inebriated on the sun.
The light hitting against your skin
blinded me.
Your once hazel eyes,
turned jade green.
As it was hugged by the piercing light.
We were deep in summer...
Our love was only getting better.
We met at the lake.
Kissed in your car
But with all the secret meetings,
it all felt nefarious.
You call if a summer fling
but I call it the best and love.
I call it summer love.

★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿBy: Neo Motswana★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿ