| By July Love Submitted by scqueen Date: 2001 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.22.10.12.26362]] |
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Salt and sweat dry on my lips from summer kisses of yours. Mosquitos buzz but don't bite, I'm not so sweet this ocean night; but sticky hot - where are the bees? Sand rubs between my knees as your honeyed eyes drift off to sleep, under the crisp cotton sheet. |