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Last SummerLast summer there was rain.
A cool quiet rain that glistened like crystals on the roses he brought me.
The filmy paper rustled as he slipped them into my trembling hands.
Last summer love bloomed in the dimmed evening light of sunset,
Exchanged in every warm amber gaze and thumping heartbeat.
I could feel its steady rhythm beneath the fabric of his shirt as we embraced.
Last summer his hand never left mine.
Our fingers remained laced together under the polished wood of the table,
A silent promise made with every tender squeeze and gentle caress.
Last summer there were kisses, delicate and beautiful as waves exchanging foam.
Our bare feet sank in the sifting sand as we stood in the cool water.
We remained oblivious to those around us, as Frisbees spun past and castles were built.
Last summer there was music.
Notes floated through the air as the smoke rose from our campfire
The glowing flames crackled in the dark as we walked, hugging close for warmth.
Last summer was a gift
He slipped the cool silver over my wrist, the charms tinkling a sweet melody
Three charms dangled, a heart, music notes, and my Birthday,
Last summer there was passion.
Alone under the quilted blanket our limbs tangled into a love pretzel,
Heated kisses sparked, further igniting the fires of our love into a roaring blaze.
Last summer there was romance.
Skin glided on skin, electrified and warm, smooth and loving.
Lips joined in trust and faith of the divine.
Last summer I knew what it was to be in love, mind body and soul.
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Maybeh!
My bf is helping me out! ^_^