Summer Nights

3 AM, t-shirt and shorts, a small fire by the lake.

Life couldn’t be any better in times like these.

Surrounded by friends, your head resting on my shoulder.

With a cold beer in my hand I try to imitate the rhythm of your breathing.

I would trade everything for a warm summer night.

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Oh, how good she looks.

Her hair all wet,

Her bathing suit fitting just right.

Her blue eyes full of joy and hunger for more.

The boat is rocking gently as we pass over the river’s tiny waves.

I look at her through tinted sunglasses,

Her innocent smile makes my heart laugh.

Wherever the bottom may be, I’ll make sure that I find it again.