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TILL SIN DO US APART: A TABOO TALE OF LUST AND DESIRE
The heat wave continues, and so do we—stolen afternoons, midnight swims, bodies tangled under the stars.
Endless summer, endless us.
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Where The Summer Wind Blows (book One)
She wrote of the things people didn’t say, the secrets they carried, and the truths that were waiting, patient and unyielding.
The cicadas hummed their constant rhythm outside, a steady heartbeat against the quiet. Gemma closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sounds and memories swirl around her. The night was infinite, holding everything—past mistakes, future possibilities, and the fragile, fleeting joy of summer—within its warm, enveloping darkness.
A breeze moved through the open window, carrying the scent of grass, sun-warmed wood, and faint laughter. Gemma let herself inhale deeply, savoring the moment, the delicate tension, the infinite possibilities.
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The Heiress' Mysterious Bodyguard
"If that's the problem, we don't have a solution for you, Emily. You have to discuss it carefully with the person concerned."
"Do you mean Uncle Cayden, Mama?" Summer said with round eyes.
"Yes, Uncle Cayden. He is the one who has the key to solving the problem. The two of us can only comfort Emily."
Suddenly, Summer stood up on the chair. Sky had to shift the phone so that her face remained in the frame.
"When it comes to comforting, I'm the best. Auntie, please watch me! I just wrote a song. It's called Curly Sheep!"
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The Many Faces of a Vengeful Heiress
After Summer was sure that Kristen was asleep, she quietly snuck out from the employee entrance with her crayfish.
It was already past 11:00 pm. Summer called Edwin over and headed straight to her apartment.
Midsummer nights were often described as breathtaking in poetry.
In the car, Summer watched as the streetlights flickered across the window. The lush greenery that lined the roads was full of beautiful flowers, and there were plenty of vibrant flowers that peeked out from the residential fences as well.
Everything felt so full of life even if it was in the dead of the night.
However, just as they were about to reach the apartment, the weather took a turn for the worse. It seemed like it
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My mate at summer camp
For the first time in a very long time, I felt alive.
I ran with the wave and in a very short time, I was knee deep into the lake. “Common! It's a warm season,” I called Xavier in with so much enthusiasm. Xavier ran into the water and the speed and force with which he came almost had me on the ground. “Ahh!” I yelled. He held me firmly from behind and when I lifted my head, our lips were barely half inch away from each other.
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The Entangled Fate
The day was very cool. The happy sun is shining. The fields are green and gay, But my poor heart is pining For something far away. It’s pining just for you, It’s pining for thy kiss. It does not matter if you’re true.
To this, What matters is just you. I know the sea is beaming. Under the summer sun. I know the waves are gleaming, Each one and everyone. But I am far from you. And that`s all I get that’s really true. In this, What matters is just you. Oh, yes, the sky is splendid, So blue as it now, The air and light are blended, Oh yes, hot, anyhow.
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Dasher
It is a punishment to go out during the hot summer. The mercury is at its peak during the summer. Heat is unbearable even during the early hours of the day. As the mercury ascends, there is a temperature rise. All living beings find it difficult to bear the scorching heat. Life is very uncomfortable during this time. The early hour of the day is pleasant, particularly when the sun is about to appear. It is cool and calm. Cold wind blows. But with the rise of the sun, the mood of the day seems to be changing. Heat is felt during the hour. As the sun ascends, the plants also begin to feel the severity of the day. Their teases fall. They appear dull. Even the flowers which have bloomed soon los
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Twisted Love
It always feels like this small town of mine knows when it’s about to be the first day of summer, and I can't help but wonder, what now?
What is next?
Hhhph?...
Watercolor loves adventure. children on bikes with ice cream dripping from their palms? New lovers and summer flings, kissing behind abandoned storage units and big, thousand-year-old rocks on the beach?
Lost shoes after midnight benders and candy flipping, innocence washed away with the waves, never to be retrieved again...the list can go on for days, seventy-seven days to be exact.
Maybe...just maybe.
I wonder what this summer is going to be like with a killer on the loose.
Capítulos em Alta1011.7K visualizaçõesCompletoAdicionado à Biblioteca 384 Vezes como summertime poem
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Grave Affairs
'Holiday Ohh, Holiday, and the best one of the years dozing off underneath my sheets, while I cover both my ears.
But if I wait for that holiday, could it stop my fears?
To go away on a summer's day, never seemed so clear.' ~ Vampier Weekend
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Carry My Child, Miss Laurier
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Perguntas Frequentes
Summer always hits differently in poetry—it's either this golden, languid dream or a sweltering beast that won't let up. Take Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself,' where he paints it as this almost sensual embrace: 'The summer grass is dark and full of sweat / The sun beats down on the bare head.' It’s visceral, you know? Like you can feel the heat radiating off the page. Then there’s Emily Dickinson, who spins it into something quieter but no less intense: 'A something in a summer’s Day / As slow her flambeaux burn away.' She captures that slow dissolve of daylight, how summer evenings just linger.
And then you get the contrast with someone like Langston Hughes, who throws shade (literally) in 'Summer Night': 'The shadows of the leaves / Are lace upon the ground.' It’s playful, light—summer as this delicate, fleeting art. Honestly, poets can’t seem to agree, and that’s what makes it fun. For me, summer in poetry is either a love letter or a complaint, no in-between.
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