Separate by states, and cars, and roads,
And age a factor, that too, forebodes,
Driving passion lasting through the day,
For the one who lives too far away,
A cool summer night with fireflies,
Holding you tight, and assured by your eyes,
A longing for kisses lingers and plays,
And parts you by something far less than highways,
Tending to passion like a fire,
Warm and reeling from desire,
Safe and sound held in your arms,
Allured by your humor, assuaged by your charms,
Trembling breaths is a most pleasing sound,
Drifting pulsations to senses surround,
Fingers drifting down your skin,
Innocent pleasure, indulgement in sin,
Sweat drops form from driving exertion,
Hearts pounding fast from total immersion,
Coming down from a drifting cloud,
Private kisses in a public crowd,
To see you, to hold you, the feeling is burning,
A deep compassion for you I am learning,
Is a joyous thing, and I'm spinning and turning,
Wistfully thinking, and listlessly yearning,
For a summer night in Chicago.