T-shirts and shorts are standard attire,
For days so long and nights this warm.
Flames dance high from a beach bonfire,
Where teenagers gather like an insect swarm.
Beach Boys tribute band, a holiday must.
Kokomo played as their gazes met.
Tequila and rum fueled the lust
Of a passion so strong, neither would forget.
The ocean breeze cools their sweat-soaked skin,
Hearts pound loud like a beating drum.
The question taunts their hearts within;
Will this Summer love survive Autumn?
About the Creator
D-Donohoe
Amateur storyteller, LEGO fanatic, leader, ex-Detective and human. All sorts of stories: some funny, some sad, some a little risqué all of them told from the heart.
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