A summer's day vision
Summer’s Day Vision Hot rays upon my tender face Wet drops of whiteness leave their trace Upon the side walk where she skips Melted cream from my cone which drips Her smile beckons as if to share Mouth open wide as she draws near Anticipating one last lick I move the treasure to my lips My angel floats upon the air Winds of passion begin to flare I taste the cotton candy of her hair Christopher Cole www.thecloserssong.com Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 06:29 AM PST 0 • 16
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