Summer Days,

Heat haze,

Sun's rays.

White torso

Seeks to tan, if it can,

Sleek oiled bodies

Dance and play

Throughout

The long hot summer day.

At night,

White now turned

To brown,

Lovers lay,

Secluded

In a silent bay

Away from prying eyes.

Hands exploring

Like the shifting sands.

Oh, bring on those summer days.

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Owain Glyn