There's a guilty pleasure in the quiet offerings of Dashboard...
And she pulled you in,
and she bit your lip,
and she made you hers.
She looked deep into you as you lay together,
quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer.
I want a passionate summer romance. I want the teenage thing -- the parks at midnight, long car rides with the windows down, kissing until you forget what you're doing. I want something pretty.
I'm such a hopeless romantic. When will it end? When will I get these things off my mind? When will I have peace in solitude?
...and what if it never happens?
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