You taste like Spring
and it gives me fever,
Burning hot desire,
Desperately reaching for previous seasons' colder weather.
You taste like the lustful night air,
Raindrops dancing across your atmosphere,
Drenching me with your intoxicated kiss,
Hold me steady for one last breath.
Maybe I love you,
Maybe I don't,
Maybe I'll need you,
Probably wont.
The thing I like best,
Is  this season is new,
And by season
I mean my newfound infatuation with you.