“That space with you and me wrinkled sheets, I want that.
Cold air,
snow outside
your body rubbing
against mine
heating up
the night,
I want that.
Allow your fingers
to trace
heat
alongside my bones.
Goosebumps.
Every breathe. Heart race.
Allow my lungs to
moan your name." ~ M. FireChild
snow outside
your body rubbing
against mine
heating up
the night,
I want that.
Allow your fingers
to trace
heat
alongside my bones.
Goosebumps.
Every breathe. Heart race.
Allow my lungs to
moan your name." ~ M. FireChild
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