Comfort
Blankets my mind
For the warmth of a lover
So perfect our naked embrace
We fell in simultaneous release
As our breath begins to steady
As heart rates slow to creep
Almost asleep
Comfort
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Comfort
Blankets my mind
For the warmth of a lover
So perfect our naked embrace
We fell in simultaneous release
As our breath begins to steady
As heart rates slow to creep
Almost asleep
Comfort
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