By star69 Date: 16 June 1999
the summer sun peels off my skin i think of your hands rubbing on sunscreen - i guess you didn't do a very good job beachbumming around delirious from sand and saltwater they cling to my skin in modern art formations we walk along the beach cliche with our fingers interlocked and looks of lusty passion on our faces the sun begins to set i wonder if this is the end or if it's still just over the horizon