Summer Kind Of Loving

Summer kind of loving, standing in the breeze
I hate the sand beneath my feet and the mud upon my knees

Summer kind of loving, upside down, hanging from a tree
Feel the blood rush to your head as you come back up with ease

Summer kind of loving, on the way out, catch your keys
It's a long way 'til next summer, where we think we'll never have to leave

poem by Amanda Winchester
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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