Summer Love

The two of us, my lover and I, felt inclined to leave the house for a stroll. We walked through Cambridge, into King’s college gardens. We reached a cool shady spot underneath a tree. He stopped and lay down on the grass, inviting me with his eyes to lay with him. I followed and rest my head on his chest. It felt wonderful; the steady beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, and how he ran his slender fingers through my hair. He looked down at me and kissed me tenderly. The summer sun warmed my skin as we lay there underneath the great willow tree, not a care in the world. Funny how love makes all seem glorious.

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[WriterMe]

I loved the last line. Though i have never really been in love your writing makes me wish i were. Haha, once again great job =]

Short and sweet.
Thats exactly how love makes you feel.
You get the point across well.
Nice write.
-ST