Cool Air

 

Cool air replaces where your hands should be,

Fingers locked on bare skin all over me,

The breeze keeps blowing colder and colder,

As the love between us grows older and older,

 

Your tongue parted my lips that way,

Your hands grasped desperately to make me stay,

Yet I still drifted endlessly away,

And I kissed someone new today

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