πI close my eyes, memories of summer coming over me like a fever dream. π πThe sun's rays caress my skin, warming me from the inside out. I can almost feel the light warm breeze rubbing my hair. I long for the bees buzzing around me. π πMemories of lazy days spent in his hot embrace, of feeling alive and free, make my heart race in anticipation. π ππSummer is not just a season, it's a whole sensory experience, a time of heightened awareness and enjoyment. And as I look forward to its return, I can't help but imagine all the erotic possibilities that await me, fueled by the heat and passion of these sultry days.ππ₯