37. Warm Summer Night

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Kisses sour like a lemon
Our heartbeats are louder than the radio
Hands running down my hips
Playing hide and seek under the sheets
Laughing about his dirty jokes
Drinking whiskey in the backseat
Wearing the perfume that he likes
One of these warm summer nights

written by myself

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All the love Lea

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