Lover's Gin
While I was sat drinking lemonade
the winter’s chilling sun started to fade
the calm before the storm
perhaps another dawn
found in fizzy dreams of lemonade.
A hazy moonlit beach then appeared
my senses numbing as I had feared
as a pretty girl winked
at me, I dare not blink
in case she then went and disappeared.
The summer bronze reflected on her skin
her jewel like eyes just drank me in
an orchid in my gaze
to banish winter days
and I was caught in a lover’s gin.
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