We laughed out loud even when there was a crowd we walked naked on the beach in July sun we shared a silence that was loud but turned a blind eye to what had just begun... I turned you out, you dragged me in who knew degrees could go so low in sin young sexy bodies... hotel rooms, in the yard somehow you knew you held my wild card What's become of you? What's become of me? I think this was the first time I was free romantic memoir's of our mutual lustful needs some persuasion, no regret, amazing times, I won't forget especially how I cried myself to sleep ... and... trust me dear there weren't any sheep just the scar from when I walked away for good cause it tore me up inside and part of my heart died when I tried to do what I thought was best for you and walked out while I thought that I still could