Endless Summer Day

A sassy breeze is playing with your blouse, moving it rather naughtily.
I am lying on a plaid in the lush green meadow, a sheet of paper in front of me, pensively chewing the pen.

A cloudless sky is flinging itself over the perceivable world, seemingly also revealing a tiny morsel of the arcane one we are just surmising...

You put down the emptied laundry hamper.
My shorts are now joining your blouse in the dance ...

"Done."
You sprawl out beside me.
We're kissing.

You behold my writing.
"Mind reading it for me?"

"A sassy breeze is playing ..."