Remember the long, hot afternoons,
that turned into endless nights.
Hazy from the *****, and the taste of your lips.
You are so funny.
And you thought I was too.
Something about you..
something makes me feel dangerous.
If we got drinks, I'd be scared that I would flirt.
That you would flirt back.
And what would I even do if you tried to kiss me?
Watching a sunset, when the wind is warm brings me back to you.