The heat of the summer
Forces the sweat from my pores
The way you forced verses
from my pen.
Sweltering, feverish,
Desperate
Alone
Tossing in our bed.
The heat of the summer
Forces the sweat from my pores
The way you forced verses
from my pen.
Sweltering, feverish,
Desperate
Alone
Tossing in our bed.