Every now and then
I think about those late nights, those nights when our bodies became one
Crashing against each other like waves against the sand
I was riding your wave while you were making me wet, begging for more
Begging for the morning sun to not rise, begging for the night to last an eternity
Every now and then I think about those nights, those nights where sinning never felt
so good
A. Garcia
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