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didn't mind when my feet were cold
I slid them inbetween his legs
where his knees met his athletic calves
And his arms wrapped around me
the same way each night
strong, warm
he smelled so good
I still see him
and I just want to be held by him
one more time
especially in the blue ice nights of winter
when my feet are so cold