Friday, December 6, 2013


But I don't really want you to stop and you know it so it doesn't stop you
And run your hands from my neck to my chest

watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute

Happy lost in your hair and the cold side of the pillow
Your hills and valleys are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber, I dream all this again

Өдрийн нар чамайг надаас ч илүү хүсэх шиг

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