The rocks sliding under our feet
The smell of sweet summer fills our senses
And with water rushing in the distance,
We’re both letting down our defenses

Your hand is holding mine tightly
Please don’t let me go, don’t let me fall
As we descend down this steep staircase
You calm me with your sweet, southern drawl

Your words melt me, that’s for certain
They’ll be my slow, permanent undoing
And your smile, oh, that sexy smirk you have
is better than any sight we’re viewing

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