Hot Southern Nights

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Hot southern nights,

thinking of you;

Until you return,

what else can I do?



Iced tea on my tongue,

beads of sweat trickle down;

I constantly ache

when you're not around.



I close my eyes...

breeze caresses my skin;

I imagine your fingers,

all of the places they've been.

My heart races,

I'm consumed with desire;

Only you can put out this fire.



Hot southern nights,

thinking of you;

Until you return,

what else can I do?