Flow

When you suggest (as you've done twice now…) that you and I spend time together, in the water, with “looooooots of alcohol…”

Do you know?

Do you have any idea at all of what thoughts you're putting into my head? Like…

You.

In a swimsuit.

Hair, wet and heavy, falling down your back.

Skin glistening in the setting sun.

Staring and staring at me, as you've done before when you've had a few…

Inhibitions fading just as surely as the sunlight.

And if the others would just…

take a hike.

Well.

My love, I'm afraid we just might get into some trouble this summer…

I, for one, can't wait.

…can you?