Loose Summers soaked with careless moments and lounging about. Body strewn on couches, beds, lilo's and even the poolside tiles. The thick and pungent smell of chlorine piercing the air as it permeates through the atmosphere from a scorching Sun's glare. Hair hangs free, and my lips are plastered with sunblock so that they don't dry from the devious and humid kiss that nature relentlessly deals. Top without a bra because constraints are shit and limitations are misleading. Let it hang, sway, and wobble as it pleases. Equipped with a tank top to keep it cool. Jeans because who gives a fuck. I want to do whatever I want and that's why we have Summer. Long broad stretches across whatever surface pleases my vertical self. Finding comfort in arbitrary spaces as I ponder about nothing and enjoy everything. Green eyes as lucid as ever.- daringly sharp set against soft freckles and plush pink cheeks. A moment that seems to need a significant other.