Summer Wine by Leanna

A warm summer sun reaches to stroke me
When a cool shadow darkens her rays.
Fluttering, my eyes open.
They drink in your lovely silhouette.

"Is this spot taken?", you simply ask.
"No, no", I reply.
Before I issue you an invite,
Your towel is down and you are lying close to me.

For two weeks I taste the vintage of your life.
We talk and laugh, swim and dance.
Our days are flavoured with a mellow smooth essence.
The aroma is of a sweet bouquet.

Too quickly the glass empties.
Holding me close for a last good-bye,
You whisper as you kiss my cheek,
"Thank you for the summer wine."