We woke up in the same bed
Lying in the heat from last night
Some might say it's wrong
But it felt so right
And the heat in which we lay
I could stay in it all day
Because I don't want to wash away
The memory of the night before
You leave me wanting more.
I can't get enough of you
And by the smile on your face
I can tell you feel the same way too.
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Seasons (Poetry Story)
Poetryas the year goes by seasons change and things that blossom go away [POETRY ANTHOLOGY]
