You keep teasing me.
A couple days ago I read 95 degrees, but still had to go to class.
My rosy cheeks and slightly burned shoulders tell me you are on your way.
The feeling of taking the first big juicy bite out of a sweet watermelon and carelessly letting the juice run down my neck makes me want you here.
The bright green grass, hot sun, beautiful colors all around make me think you are screaming "I'm here!"
What a joke. You kidder.
Dear Sweet Summer, please hurry and get here.
with love, anticipation, and no patience,
allye
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