One Summer Night

 

One summer night

We spent sipping Drambuie,

Listening to sexy sentimental jazz,

Looking deep into each

Others eyes,

Touching lips and finger tips,

Traveling where feelings

Take you

When the music is sweet,

The Drambuie is warm,

And the murmurs are

Hotter

Than the summer night

You find yourself wrapped

Up in.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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