Red Winter
It's the red winter
of kisses under the mistletoe
with lipstick so crimson
The bets have been made
and we're both all in
It's the red winter
a season for change
what always was will never be the same
The hearts once divided
will be made whole once again
It's the red winter
and my blood is racing
through my body with every sensation
every feeling as in slow motion
your gentle touch
and your breath on the back of my neck
I wish even a single word of that was true. Oh well. I'm gonna try to learn how to use my Wacom tablet that has been collecting dust. Peace out.
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