after the beach
your elbows are starting to peel
as i gently rubbed soothing aloe onto your flesh
the reason you haven’t shaved
is because it would irritate your skin
i never want to go to the beach alone again
i only like it when i’m with you
we licked ice cream cones after dinner
and i liked the way you said my name with a wide, toothy smile
i can’t wait to cuddle up in bed tonight
bare flesh pressed against bare flesh
kiss me again
your lips still taste like salt
this is what i dream up in my mind
while you laugh
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Great turn about ending on this one…
I say, get rid of the last three lines and keep us in your dream! Great poem!