In the middle of Summer
In the Dead of Night
In the front seat
The first Time I held You tight
You didnt know me
I wasnt much
A warm Body
A soft touch
It happened so fast
Lost in this bliss
In the eye of the storm
I felt only your kiss
Others kept moving
THe world spun on
But in that moment alone
To the rest I was gone
In the heart of Summer
When we touched first
I drank in the feel
Trying to still quench the thirst.
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