Summer for coolness in Tunbridge,
away from humid Florida air,
for fun hiking on hills and
swimming nude in valley ponds.
I from the temperate zone feel
cold and she from the north
always says: it's hot here,
very hot. Holds my cold hands
in hers, places them on her
breasts and says: they are warm,
very warm, they warm her heart.
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