When you get back in town <br />Please call me, I dream of <br />Kissing your lips again. <br /> <br />We can, talk about the Kids <br />Wish for cooler weather <br />hold each other closer <br />never let it go much further. <br /> <br />Next morning at dawn <br />I'll be on my way ~ <br />One last kiss in parting <br />I'll cherish the sensation <br />for as long as I can <br />and try not to call you <br />constantly on your <br />cell phone. <br /> <br />© Calac<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olive-2/
