Sticky luscious kiss, wild raspberries on your lips; Your hands in my hair warm from a day in the Sun, it must be Summer magic; Wet temperature, soaking Florida rainstorm; Your magnetism; I submit to your downpour, thunder when our lips collide; Slipping on sugar, giving in to your tartness; I wake up, wishing; Uncontrollable recalls; May this day lead me to you.