Summer

The taste of lemonade on your lips.

The smell of salt in your hair.

The feel of sand on your skin.

Your eyes burning hotter than the sunset.

Your breath warming the coastal breeze.

Your touch bare and vulnerable.

The sand that covers my feet,

leaving a lingering warmth.

The sun that heats my skin,

leaving a peachy trail in it's wake.

The waves that lick at our resolve,

leaving carelessness to take control.

Cliche

but true.

I cant wait 

to spend my summer

with you.