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| Memories Of Young Summer So often it was in the evening glow, as the shadows cling low and deep, you would nap on the olde front swing and I'd come to watch you sleep. Apollo's car would nearly be out of sight and the zephyr's whistling soft and warm would muss your hair so playfully - like a boy's without a care might be -- Oh how my heart would fill with love. The sun would dance across your face like golden fae on a roses blush. But no attention did you pay as you slept there in the sun. Your lips of mauve, slightly moist, glistened in the glow. Feeling me with a silent need to touch them, taste them, kiss them... Ah, but that would break the spell. I recall the wysteria, wild and free, growing beside you silently and how the vines nearly brushed your brow. Their purple radiance tinged your face and mottled the tender peach of your skin with a gentle glow of aubergine. So like faded bruises I should kiss away with butterfly kisses and soothing words but to do so would wake you too soon, too soon. But before Diana would raise her midnight eye you'd softly stir and lift your head to smile at me there in the dim. You'd open wide your eager arms beckoning me to be wrapped in them like a welcome blanket on a chilly eve. Kissing me there as night would rise and we'd love throughout the eve -- Ah, memories of young summers and you. |
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