December Snow

sweetest moments.sweetest moments.
I love those times I wake up and youre already there. Because you insist that your face be the first thing I see. And I swear Im looking at heaven. With classical music playing in the background.
You like Mozart when we sleep. You like Vivaldi when we make love. And you like to count the freckles on my face. My arms. My thighs. You tell me that they are constellations. And that my skin is the reflection of the moon on the glass window.
I love those times you walk into a room of people but you look only at me. Because you said you like my quirks more than you like


her.her.
he told her:
i like how you put your hands on your waist and tip your hips to accentuate the precious curve of your back and say 'come to bed.' i like how you walk up the stairs on the tips of your toes like you're prepared to take off in flight but possibly never come back i like how you believe in luck and running between the raindrops and leaping through open doorways and singing to the flowers i like how you brush your hair in the dim lit morning and tell me of all your last-night whimsical dreams i like how you bite your ch
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We must reinvent love.
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Maldita la impotencia, la injusticia que vivimos!
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Absent for a while.. meanings of life through my eyes
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Zombie ate my headphones...
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I'm on a mission
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
And now I want it bad, want it bad
A love game, a love game
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