On Our Backs

amsterdamwolfgang:

He lays on his back to soak up the sun.
She lays on her back when she’s looking for fun.
Haze and mist while they rock up and down.
Sweat and bliss while they roll around and around.
His glasses fog up while she goes down.
Keep it flowing.
Let us forever drown.
In bliss that makes me miss the sweet crisp hiss of golden sunny days spent on our backs.
In the haze and mist we forever dream and lose track.