sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011

love

I want to sleep with you.
I don't refer having sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under my blankets. In my bed.
With my hand in your chest.
And your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.



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