Summer's First Kiss

September 29, 2010
Sitting in the pumpkin patch,
Beneath the willow trees, the falling leaves,
The fading scent of summer.
The crisp cool breeze,
Just you and me,
Hear that crack of thunder?
Scattering deer all run in fear,
As the rain clouds hide the sun.
You lean in and kiss my lips,
Beginning all the fun.





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