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
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
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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