I'll remember you the way I want,
links in a perfect looping chain....

The nights are beginning to cool
and even though our blood is hot,
still tapering with prolonged summer,
the wind races across our skin now
and hints at the seasons to come.

The clear fall nights when the car roars
through the city and the dark hills,
only guided by headlights and silver
beams of an unobscured moon.

Your hand will slip into mine,
an ebbing pulse learning to 
flow with life once more,
lifelines pressing together
as we always knew they would.

There was a time when this wasn't enough,
we would crawl back into ourselves 
by the night's end where we had to 
live our own painful separate lives,
waiting to touch just once more...

I'll remember you the way I want,
links in a perfect looping chain....

The stars are beginning to burn brighter
and even though summer burns in our blood,
the wind races across our bodies as a message
that fall is starting to draw ever closer,
hinting at the secret nights to come. 

The crisp winter nights where we lose ourselves
and clothes violently fly and flutter away
like the endlessly falling leaves outside,
where your lips crash against mine
and your perfume floods my lungs,
you will be all that I can breathe and taste.

Your hand will guide me between velvety folds
as your lips tremble against my ear,
my name immediately fleeing from you,
faint wisps signalling a frenzy.

There was a time when this wasn't enough,
we would recede into ourselves again
by the night's end where we'd sleep
and could only dream of bursting together,
waiting to touch just once more...

I'll remember you the way I want,
links looping as an infinite chain.

The nights when we were much more
than a secret to always keep,
the way the dark hills echoed
with the beautiful music we made,
the way your skin would glow
when covered in bare starlight.

I'll slip into you as the season cools
because we know where true heat lies,
where true desire always breathes,
an ebbing pulse learning to
flow with life once more.

I'll remember everything,
faint wisps always racing,
signalling the frenzy to come.