My eyes bear the weight of the world
As his low voice mutters the words of 'Sweet Caroline'
Cool November is the creator of the goosebumps that inhabit my thighs
But he warms my body with his presence
Wrapped in blankets
Limbs intertwined
Our breathing becomes one
Tracing my curves oh so delicately and humming sweet tunes
He lulls me into a deep sleep once again
His course ****** hair scratches the curve of my neck
As I dream of happier times and warmer days
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
My eyes bear the weight of the world
As his low voice mutters the words of 'Sweet Caroline'
Cool November is the creator of the goosebumps that inhabit my thighs
But he warms my body with his presence
Wrapped in blankets
Limbs intertwined
Our breathing becomes one
Tracing my curves oh so delicately and humming sweet tunes
He lulls me into a deep sleep once again
His course ****** hair scratches the curve of my neck
As I dream of happier times and warmer days
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