summer nights
late
lazy
nights
sipping rum & coke
on the beach
the thrill of it all
warming your veins
as the police roll
up
and
down
the seaside boulevard
and your heated body
is one for taking the risks
you’d never take
“it’s too hot” escapes your lips
and you slide the straps
off your bikini top
the moon’s light shining
dropping down from the sky
onto your skin
and you never looked more beautiful
than you did at that moment
you’re glowing, taking everything off modestly
running to cold cold water
“this is san francisco”
i tell you rationally
“and i don’t give a fuck”
you tell me, stubbornly stuttering on your g
