The best thing about a summer fling

You'll probably never see the person again,

Never get to know him

At a deeper level, only the way his eyes

Make you feel special and how his words

That you're soft and warm make you feel loved.

Because who wants commitment?

Not the girl sitting side by side with the boy

Who has his arms wrapped around her waist,

His head buried in her neck

So that he cannot see her pleading eyes

For him to stop it.