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Cold January Cabin Snow was falling faintly outside those blinds Late January but the lights remain on the Christmas tree Kept looking away since my face is not a study in subtlety One of those sharp biting nights filled with expectancy Spent the day wrapped tense tight around you Finally forcefully touching you had me edging my seat Speeding across chill slightly shifting dunes at 12,000 ft. Thinking this is the Rubicon - I’ve never known how to retreat Swore not to make the first move, the choice had to be yours Two bottles of raspberry vodka and cigarette numbers untold Shocked you after all grabbed me - consequence completely on hold It took until 5 in the morning for curiosity to render you bold Stroked your hand but I should have looked closer and read it Your tongue said something different to me Head on my chest, lips on your neck, felt bright with electricity Never stopped to consider one way current a possibility So my point here is that people steal stuff They take things without having the capacity to receive Trusting I recognized the offer-we believe what we want to believe Now there is a cold January cabin that I just can’t seem to leave |
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