Summer Lover

mollycatlos
Jul 20, 2025
1 min read

I want to hold

your sunscreened hand

as you pull me into the pool

before we hit your

count to three.

I want to kiss

your cold-water lips

that taste like

sweat and SPF.

I want to slather your skin

with aloe

since you didn't allow me

to block the sun's rays

on your back:

You can't crave

both sunburn and comfort

when I warned you

what you needed.

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