You caress my skin with shiny kisses,
like a lost love I once knew,
but still engraved in the lines of my hands.
You smell of memories,
bright streets,
sweet orange peels,
salt on my lips after a day at the beach.
You are the sound of rustling leaves
dancing in the morning light,
the gentle creak of a lazy hammock,
the swoosh of waves that eagerly embrace.
You are the taste of melting honey,
the softness of peaches in the afternoon,
a drop of sunlight in a glass of cold lemonade.
You, who paints the sky with peach, lavender and fire,
filling my closed eyes with orange hued desire.
I feel you deep in my bones.
Stay, just a little longer.
Let me bathe in your golden cuddles,
before I long for you again.
