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The winds a blowin
the fireplace cracklin with life
hot coco
mm so warm to the touch
the comforting smell of lust
like how you feel when you see her talking to him
her smile and laugh ringing in your mind
smells of snow blow through the crack in the window
shivers go down your spine
the image of her kissing him underneath the mistletoe
the coco is not working neither is the crackling fire
you need to feel his touch to warm your heart
his touch is your desire.
Santa bring him close to me and let me smell his minty breath
as we stand so close
under the mistletoe
its my chance to win him back
i feel minty cool ice on my neck the one person that could have ruined it all
just happend to be there.
This moment to important in my life
to hand over to that girl
reach up now before you wake up...
The breeze cold as ice flew down your spine as you role over in bed
the window still open from the night before ruined you dreams,
your desire.
Oh Santa i was a good girl this year
isnt that worth one special gift
im not asking for much
just a lil touch
from my best friend
and my love
the only man,
i lust.