3-Word Prompt: Hot, Trash, Summer

mollycatlos
Aug 11
1 min read

It's a hot one,

but I'm not talking

about the weather.

It's a hot sun,

but I think you

know me better

than to think

that just a drink

will be the thing

that makes me wetter.

It's the summer

and my lover

needs to understand

that it's his arms

that can disarm

my walls and my hands.

Perhaps his words

and his actions

are sometimes mismatched,

but I know

without a doubt

he'll know when to separate

my love

from the

trash.

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