The built up tension and your hand brushing my hip, gliding down the spine and resting on the arched back.
It is warm, so warm that we are bound to fall for each other, all of us, 20-someones. Even if it’s for a short time, even if it is for the swimming season. For those three months, we are more attracted, more thirsty. We enjoy this heat.
Climb up, jump around, lay on top of each other, breathing deeply and drinking coke with ice. Extra ice with shaved ice cream.
Your blue eyes and washed off cream in the background of the sea. Sand in between wet hair stripes, toe nails playing with the heart strings.
Full moon, half moon, night.
High eyes. Sleepy eyes. Ecstatic flight.
Bronze skin and wet eyelashes.
I catch your eyes catching mine.
I would like to keep you,
for some time.