Night With 'P-nut'
Two blankets Contourted around our skin as i ponder on this situation i turn to my left you were there and i began to wonder where am i? this smell is all to new to me the scent of a man one i have never smelled before what am i doing here? i hear the fire crackle down the hall and the warmth of your breath is fire in my ear Nothing seperates our once independant bodies now we hold each other, you'll never let me go i turn to my right window night is upon us and my clock reads Its Late with the 2 blankets around us and the warmth of your skin pressed against my arms i have never felt so free such an independant me Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 04:26 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Two blankets Contourted around our skin..."