September
A sensuous breeze,
wind in the trees.
I couldn't resist.
Breathing in,
I close my eyes,
accepting the kiss.
(Alone I sit.)
What kind of love is this?
A sensuous breeze,
wind in the trees.
I couldn't resist.
Breathing in,
I close my eyes,
accepting the kiss.
(Alone I sit.)
What kind of love is this?
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