She was the smell of freshly wet soil.
She was the sound of a thunder clap
She was the taste of sweet tea.
She was my lightning on a summer night.
She excited my neurons
And scattered my thoughts.
She rattled my bones
And left me speechless.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
She was the smell of freshly wet soil.
She was the sound of a thunder clap
She was the taste of sweet tea.
She was my lightning on a summer night.
She excited my neurons
And scattered my thoughts.
She rattled my bones
And left me speechless.
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