Summer

Kipperoni
Mar 22, 2019
1 min read

Updated: Feb 19

Summer flings.

Pools and flip-flops.

Silly summer things.

There goes a drip and drops.

Camping from home.

No soap on the ship.

Just see how it foams.

No soap for the trip.

Midnight tans.

And suddenly, him by the fire.

Don't you dare move you hands.

How do I hide such desire?

Oh, I can't do this.

Can I have, just one more kiss?

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