jorge serra

The summer.

The summer is coming over me,while your hands try to touch my hair and my lips, and at the same time the sun telling me with its lights my way.

The Summer with its heat comes to my place, while your silky smooth hands
try to touch my hair and my lips randomly, in the middle of a green-tinged field
where we sat to spend the afternoon, and where I also tell you about my love and I kiss your mouth so that you don\'t forget
that I am the man who loves you, the one who cares about you, the one who loves you despite the distance
and the rain that fall in the way.

The Summer gets inside of me, with the intense heat that makes me sweat and I can only think of you, in the beauty of your body loving me, and all the desires that summer awakened in my soul, making you the woman most loved, the one I love the most when the summer light comes to me.