The first time I touched your skinYou felt like my first sinYou tasted like autumn on my lips,but your hands felt like summer on my hipsYour finger grazed my tounge that danced with smokeYou said no drug could make you feel like thisI told you to inhale whilst I placed your open palm on my trembling heartI laid as bare as the flame we held in the middle of the moon lit darkI tried not to crumbl...