Summer Sucubus

by Caity   Sep 3, 2008


The cool winters breeze caresses my soul
As our feet glide over the sand
The melody of your even toned voice
Soothing me while we're hand in hand

My past and present seem not to exist
When your times spent with me
Like all your strict morals and codes
Washed from your heart by the sea

Endless desire distracts my mind set
As I spend my will resisting
Unrelenting temptation pelting my heart
Gets stronger with each kissing

It always ends with a cheeky look
and a smile of dissappointment
Of whats to come that should be forgotten
And the mixed messages we sent

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