Summer Love

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On the Saccharine Summer Evening, 

The Pleasant Puff of Wind, brought with it-

The Teenage Bonbon Dream;

The Rubescent Cheeks, 

The Fruity Felicity of Tender Tweaks, 

The Tranquilizing Tincture of his Eyes, 

The Picturesque Stir of Memory extemporize.

Citrus Clinch and the Satiating Strawberry Sin, 

Amidst the Lush Green Fields-

Where the Cuckoo Sings, 

I Tasted Ambrosia on his Lips.

The Love so Spirituous! 

Basking in Blueberry Bliss.

The Nectrous Nestle of his embrace, 

Upon my Body his Silver Trace. 

The Melody of his Euphonious Verse, 

Our Scintillating Squeal Resonate. 

He sat with me till Tangerine Twilight, 

And I saw Perpetuity in his Piquant Presence.

Alas! The Berry Blossom doesn't last! 

The leaves Green turns into Gilt, 

Withered with Wind it Depart.

The Amber Autumn Advance;

The Summer Sweetheart Departs.


Till the Dazzling Dawn, 

I yearn yellow summer love.

Comments

  1. UnknownJune 23, 2021 at 3:20 AM

    Absorbing 💒

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  2. UnknownJune 23, 2021 at 10:13 AM

    ❤❤

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  3. UnknownJune 23, 2021 at 10:24 AM

    I am amazed by the vocab and the wordplay here- too good, satiating strawberry sin- i loved each line :)))💛

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  4. AnonymousJune 26, 2021 at 12:38 AM

    Beautifully written .

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  5. AnonymousJuly 4, 2021 at 9:26 PM

    Beauty in each line ❤️

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  6. AnonymousJuly 4, 2021 at 9:30 PM

    Mesmerizing and beautiful!

    ReplyDelete
  7. AnonymousJuly 5, 2021 at 5:21 AM

    The way it is written it's like walking in the past

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