Feb 2015
I want to be the cold
tracing your body
shaking your bones
I want to be the warmth
kissing your skin
leaving trails of want
I want to be a thought
filling your mind
touching your heart
tracing your body
shaking your bones
I want to be the warmth
kissing your skin
leaving trails of want
I want to be a thought
filling your mind
touching your heart
one of these days I'll show these to you
Written by
Abigail Kruke
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