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Waiting for Summer


I crave sex
and fried chicken
and the taste of a beer-covered tongue in my mouth when I’ve been
drinking wine.

I crave mud
and bare feet
and watermelon juice dripping down my chin drying sticky on my
bare chest.

I crave heat
and strong thighs
and Texas thunderstorms in late July that make grasshoppers
be still.

I crave chores
and clean sheets
and my dinner table when it is loud with laughter from full
bellies post debate.

I crave sparklers
and sleeping in
and slipping my soles right out of these leather shoes.

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  1. june monroe

    LINDSAY, sooo good keep up good writing,I,ll be waiting on more,your friend. jnue

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