Tangy Lemonade

Warmth tingled through her skin,

Kissing porcelain with fiery lips.

The risk of burning was worth it.

Lemonade forced a pucker within sips.

 

Wind swirled, teasing the trees,

And Branches danced with the rays of light.

The spread towel soft against bare back,

She wished to keep at bay the night.

 

Stilled as stone, she lay exposed.

No clouds fluttered across the skies.

Birds sang a reckless tune,

And she let go the softest of sighs.

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