The summers hot
she;
she give me fever
in some sorta trans
with out a word
with out a glances
,she gain my a-legion
just for her touch
how I'd turn paraplegic
just for her lust
I wonder if shes scream'ish
my conscious smarter than me...
my conscious bargaining with me ...
"please never repeat this"
hips swaying back & forth
I couldn't conjure such a sequence
pains me to see her leaving...
leaving..
leaving..
leaving.
"The Summer's Hot"
and apparently so is the woman, leaving, leaving, leaving. Nice write ~slc~
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