icecream kisses

If I only

could recieve a kiss

so tender!

Lips warm, but still

feels like icecream on a very warm day.

July.

In the couch of the berries

sun made me blush

wind rubbed my newly, mistaken cut hair.

I was embarrassed.

The berries played last years summer record,

I loved it too!

Red and purple reflected the warmth of

summer.

Its breezy waves played

with the kisses

jiggeld and danced over

the warm lips

of blueberries' summer kisses

wanted to be icecream.