Rough Draft.
You Turned Me On This Holiday
Under the winter sunset sitting by the quiet fire your brown eyes shining, a final ray through the pristine glass, the suns last smile before it surrenders to the moon, as your sweater falls off your shoulders like a rose petal dancing on the wind, as we kiss in the fire lights while the winter world sleeps outside.
Another log on the fire we need the extra warmth tonight, and you fan the flame like candles we meld together our naked bodies entwined, two delicate snowflakes, while the winter world sleeps outside.
And I say,
"Hey babe, i'm dreaming of a white christmas"
- 12/10/06
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I'm not blind, I believe in you.
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