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Winter is coming I can feel it in the morning air I can tell by the way we sleep come morning we're tangled as the sheets and I wish it would get here faster it makes me hope to never see summer again to wake up to your embrace tightening around me surrounding me in love and safety neither of us wanting to leave the warmth of each others skin this is all I want I could die here in your arms with a smile on my face as long as my fingers were tangled in your hair with your head buried in the crevice of my neck lips lightly touching my skin giving me goose bumps with every breath you exhale yes, I could die quite happy right here
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Tangled Mornings
Winter is coming I can feel it in the morning air I can tell by the way we sleep come morning we're tangled as the sheets and I wish it would get here faster it makes me hope to never see summer again to wake up to your embrace tightening around me surrounding me in love and safety neither of us wanting to leave the warmth of each others skin this is all I want I could die here in your arms with a smile on my face as long as my fingers were tangled in your hair with your head buried in the crevice of my neck lips lightly touching my skin giving me goose bumps with every breath you exhale yes, I could die quite happy right here
elora-atwell
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
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