summer

golden coast, paradise, your skin drips of salt and smells of sex’s promise. you lather me with anticipation, and turn over so that i might do the same to you. alone between dunes, hidden in a queens land of millions, only the couple on the balcony above witness our dance. we unravel, then entwine.

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