Temp Control

Like a cloud, I find myself drifting ...
through your mesmerizing sky.
Hunny, you've got my pulse racing,
and this brain's feeling rather blind.
Eye to eye, I am hypnotized.
Have I become addicted to your seductive high?
Hunny, you are surely soaring through my mind ...
and this is such a climate that I like.
The temperature drops when I begin to feel shy ...
but oh so quickly I unwind and the fahrenheit flies.

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