Time is not a concept
when I am wrapped up in you,
comfortably enclosed in your warmth;
my face buried in your chest,
the smell of sandalwood
creeping up my nostrils,
the music of your breathing
filling my ears.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Time is not a concept
when I am wrapped up in you,
comfortably enclosed in your warmth;
my face buried in your chest,
the smell of sandalwood
creeping up my nostrils,
the music of your breathing
filling my ears.
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