Lost Summer Love
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Barry Middleton
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in August I think of you
you and I together on the sleeping porch
we didn't do much sleeping
your kiss was as hot as the night
we could hear the breeze in the oaks
and the moon must have blushed
peeking through the screens
the steaming night would last forever
how I long to hold you again
our bodies clinging together in passion
for your movement was poetry
taking me ever sweetly in a final rhythm
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