The thought that my home could be your home
is one I strive to acheive. If I can make you feel safe,
then I've done my job well.
We could sit in the mist of the morning for hours
and never say a word, or you could tell me everything
and I couldhappily draw out what I see in you,
your words, your body, your essence. I'd gladly
spend forever with you, on the misty morning.
Your words still send shivers down my spine
and make my nose crinkle with laughter
and my teeth grin with pleasure and any
of a thousand different things. One word,
and I'm yours. One word, and I'm gone.
one word, any word, from you, and it's all over.
happy christmas eve.
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