I can give you my jacket to
Trace the sewing of white string strays.
You can feel the breeze and the goosebumps behind your back
I can glance at you and not look away.
You can lean your legs forward on mine
We can share secrets that will make imagination go astray.
I can kiss your lips, your neck
Give your hands the okay.
The feeling in your stomach will give you that familiar urge
We always leave the next scene for another drive, another year, another day.
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