To Whom It May Concern,
I remember things from summer:
So high on tongue.
Music in our heads.
Rubbing me the right way.
The two-sided romance.
Ecstasy under cartoon sheets.
Doing your mouth justice.
This mutual seduction.
A warm hug.
You as a pillow.
Schoolboy crush.
Fun in a bottle.
Perfection in a punchline.
Stolen kisses.
That goofy grin.
Soulmates melding.
Viewing you from that special angle.
The sweat between bodies.
Salvation on a mattress.
Nostalgically Yours,
Someone Who Misses It
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