FANTASY
 
Left of the sun, right
Right of the moon, you’re
Hotter than the fourth of
July, even at noon.
 
One taste of your sweet lips
Will have me doing cartwheels
And flips, kind of shy to say
That I’m sweating you.
 
Judging by the smile on your
Face, says that I’m getting
Through.
 
Damon Cummings