I’ve yet to catch my breath since I got here, and I got to you, wrapped up under and between you.
You were warmer than me, and kept me out of the night air. There, that first night with you, that first arm wrapped around me. Buried me in close and I didn’t want to go.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
I’ve yet to catch my breath since I got here, and I got to you, wrapped up under and between you.
You were warmer than me, and kept me out of the night air. There, that first night with you, that first arm wrapped around me. Buried me in close and I didn’t want to go.
