Kissed By the Passing Breeze

Have you ever felt the heat,                                                from a hot July night.                                                        I lay in a pool of sweat,                                                      as the water drops ran off of me.                                      I heard the clock strike twelve,                                            it was now midnight.                                                          Awakening to the bright sun light,                                      I was kissed by a passing breeze.                                      The cool air covered me,                                                  as it filled the morning room.