Scent of summer is thick, the scent of sands in my feet, the salty water and the sunscreen. And the sun, the hot scorching sun, eager to send forth his rays to touch me. Dangerously sexy, will I oblige?
It is still 50 degrees outside. But oh the temptations of oncoming summer. Who won't be sweaty with anticipation?
The girls will be there with their brown/blonde thick wavy hair, wearing the bikinis, will pass by you as the guys, behind sunglasses, will savor the visions. They will pretend not too care but their skipping hearts tell otherwise.
Surfers will go test the waters, skim the ocean, dare the waves. They will fall, then they will rise again.
Couples will devour the splendor of golden rainbows, as the sun sets in California. A melancholic sounds from a guitar someone play in the background. Sips of wine and chatty conversation from loved ones.
Where will I be? I'll be beside you.
a0z0ra @ 11:49 PM  |