Summer Love
Lost in the sweltering sensuality
of Summer’s spiraling-out-of-control heat wave
they were lovers.
In the passionate humidity of their overheated desire
they began their riverside romance.
He led her to a secluded place beside a gurgling cascade.
On a blanket, as they lay entwined
and kissing, she leaned into him
unbuttoned her top
and exposed a breast
with a hardened nipple.
They could not resist each other.
Fell out of their clothing
and consummated their sworn love.
They both said, “I love you.”
.
This was not petty pulchritude
but genuine love, meant to last a lifetime.
They could see their futures in each other’s eyes.
And then, things changed.
Summer soon receded to make way for autumn.
The heat of their passion was also on the decline.
Soon, they were arguing over little things.
They drifted apart, and she found another.
As the end of Summer approached
they were all told to pack their bags
and head home from Summer Camp.
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Ah summer camp, this made me chuckle dear Phil, a.love story, in the UK we don't have Summer camp but I know it's a very special moment for teens in America, I think your poem brings great dignity to both sides and yes a passionate love story is what this is. I do believe most memorable too. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy15. Glad you chuckled. It was meant to be a bit humorous. We never think of first love as a mature experience but those involved see it as such.
Summer camp eh Phil, those meeting were so short.
Andy
Thanks Andy. Short and sweet.
We don't have summer camps here in the UK, or if we do. I've never heard of where they are held and was never sent to one .. (unfortunately) but I do know what you mean by them .. Having said that, my guess is that many Brits envy the concept and freedoms they afford .. and furthermore, I reckon you have poemed a little masterpiece here and very skilfully captured the temporary heat and fleeting passions of all too often experienced holiday romances .. Neville
Thanks Neville. No Summer Camp in Britain? Lordy, what do teens do during their summer school break? I think holiday romances are another story. I think of them as more mature.
Petty pulchritude? Hot holiday hedonism. Raw reality.
Enjoyed once I reached the end, Phil. 😊
Thanks DD, PP=HHH. Set them up and knock 'em over.
Tremendous work.
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