skin clingy with sweat
curls develop in damp hair
only languid moves
work out of water-why is
ice cream best in swimsuit time?
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as poetry, so not a heat person, summer, tanka
Heck, who wears a swimsuit any more? Pass the double chocolate chip with cookie dough and caramel swirl.
I love you! *passes ice cream*
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