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viernes, 24 de febrero de 2012

Sleep.

I want to sleep with you.
I don´t mean have sex. I mean sleep, together. Under my blankets. In my bed. With my hand on your chest. And your arm around me. With the window cracked. So it´s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking. Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence...

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