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In this cold weather
The only thing that remains
Of the hot summer
Are your kisses
Your caresses
The sweet scent
Of your cologne
That sends my senses
Into over drive
The feel of your
Hot skin against
My bare flesh
Sends shivers down my spine
Even if the wind is
Blowing
And the temperature has
Dropped
You have my body
On fire
Like it's a hundred degrees
In this cold weather
All that is left of the summer
Is your hot kisses
Your caresses
The hotness of your
Skin against mine
Is all that is left of
The summer
In this winter's
Cold crisp air
