Summer

I miss your long brown curly hair, ravishing you every second I got. I miss the taste of your kisses that I would steal. The dimple on your right cheek that concaved so beautifully. The way your lips puckered when I hit the right spot. I miss the way you made me feel. I miss your silliness and your beat boxing. I wanna see you standing over that table once more doing your job. I wanna come up behind you and kiss down your neck with my arms wrapped tight around you, you always seemed to know exactly where my hands where before I did. I just wanna stare into your eyes as I hold your hand. I just want you. But I am nothing but a summer fling. I am nothing but a good time. I am nothing but fun. I am nothing but foolish to think I could actually really have you… I am nothing.