There you go in a purple field
Full of flowers and summer breeze
With your hair flying
In a single twirl.
Those were the words you said
Before you slept away
Before you decided it was late
Before this came to an end.
It´s been long since the days
In which I held your hands
Playing with the fabrics in your dress
Trying to take them away.
There's a smell
There's a taste
It's the touch
It's the thought.
We had never been so close
I never lied like this before.
I had had you already
It had been pretty sweaty.
You were moaning and yelling
Scratching and playing
You were grabbing and getting
Kissing and telling.
But you would never admit it
That while still wearing our clothe
In the backyard we did it
With our eyes shut closed.
They probably saw us
They probably told about us
They probably spread the word
We were the lovers in the mud.
About the Creator
Nathalie Bolet
Venezuelan, 27, living in Budapest. I graduated in Modern Languages, Translation. I love travelling; I’m a big Disney and Star Wars fan; I like eating, challenges, nature and more.
I’ve always loved writing and exploring creativity
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.