Icy Hand (For Rich)
bits of inspiration, like flakes of snow,
float through a bright pink winter sky
we scramble like children through thick white piles-
you warm your hands on my inner thigh
I wrap my feet around your calf and you shiver with delight;
these are the nights that you remember: the nights before we had to try
bits of inspiration, like flakes of snow,
float through a bright pink winter sky
we scramble like children through thick white piles-
you warm your hands on my inner thigh
I wrap my feet around your calf and you shiver with delight;
these are the nights that you remember: the nights before we had to try
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