I dream of summerfornication

I'd like to lay on the grass, under the shade of the large pine tree in front of your house, run my fingers over the rough, dry ground and watch the sun travel across the sky. Ideally, the sun wouldn't be too hot and the mild breeze would make the air feel balmy; occasionally it could pick up enough to momentarily blow my hair into my eyes. Whiling away the hours, drinking passion fruit juice, far away from this room, this campus, the cold.
I'd like to hold on to your pinky finger until it gets all gross and clammy or you protest; saying that you feel objectified or belittled. I miss the smell of barbecue on the grill and the taste of fresh salad and olives on my tongue. I want to shed this heavy coat, these layers of wool and cotton; I want to cleanse off all this ashy, gray, dead skin to reveal soft, hairless legs made a rich shade of brown as a result of my summertime bike rides. I want only to dress in the lightest white dress or skirt.
My eyes need to be expressive again instead of dull and sleepless and red and burning from the tears that often well up inside them as a result of frustrations that never quite seem to end. I've had enough. There needs to be more than a series of obstacles standing in my way of achieving my nearly unreachable goals.
And I miss how my own home feels in the summer. I love coming in from the heat, feeling the sweat clinging to my back only to shed my clothes as I enter the air conditioned dining room. I like feeling the cold white kitchen tiles under my calloused toes. I like making iced tea with lemon and light summer dishes. Everyone is not on edge, they are calmer and more prone to explore and have fun.
In the summer, my work does not follow me home. I leave it behind after the end of a shift. Here, I live, breathe, eat, and even sleep with school. I dream about exams, I finish assignments while I eat, I breathe in the fumes from lab (and they sometimes don't leave my nose. But that's my own fault for not conducting myself properly under the hoods).

And most obviously I miss nudity and fornication. In the summer.