The gentle breeze sways the tree branches
As if tickling them
A child’s laughter rings through the air
Giggles, as he speeds down the red slide
A wisp of hair catches on her lips
She brushes it away, turning her head
Shyly
He looks down at her
Her golden lashes sparkling in the sun
The heat warms them
Bathes them in light
and finally…
Their hands touch
A rippling pulse flows through them
A desiring, but calm electricity
as they sit
Just another day in the sun
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