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| ...Warm Feet Wiggle by Billy |
From a view a top the mountain, in boots strapped to a board warm
feet wiggle, always amazed I hear you as you giggle. Mirrored goggles
hide my eyes looking into yours, so kind, knowing and wise, so intense
the vision and love, those eyes. Cuddled and cradled, in my arms you
snuggled, kissing cold noses, cheeks colored like roses.
Warmed in our embrace you feel my heart race, you know the who, the
what and the when of my pace. The love and life we lead, my truest
success in being the man you need.
Swooshing sounds of life around, oblivious to the world each others
true love found.
The moment lasted a second a fews minutes maybe two, the affect and
memory eternal, the vision you. In the lodge, around the fireplace,
live music, drink in hand you get up, I stand. You smile and tell me
I'm being silly who does that anymore? I don't know as I get the door.
We dance and groove, I could never take my eyes off the way you
move. Beauty and grace, the loving look on your face, you really do
own this place.
From a view a top the mountain, in boots strapped to a board warm
feet wiggle, always amazed I hear you as you giggle. Mirrored goggles
hide my eyes looking into yours the angel in the snow I love you so.
feet wiggle, always amazed I hear you as you giggle. Mirrored goggles
hide my eyes looking into yours, so kind, knowing and wise, so intense
the vision and love, those eyes. Cuddled and cradled, in my arms you
snuggled, kissing cold noses, cheeks colored like roses.
Warmed in our embrace you feel my heart race, you know the who, the
what and the when of my pace. The love and life we lead, my truest
success in being the man you need.
Swooshing sounds of life around, oblivious to the world each others
true love found.
The moment lasted a second a fews minutes maybe two, the affect and
memory eternal, the vision you. In the lodge, around the fireplace,
live music, drink in hand you get up, I stand. You smile and tell me
I'm being silly who does that anymore? I don't know as I get the door.
We dance and groove, I could never take my eyes off the way you
move. Beauty and grace, the loving look on your face, you really do
own this place.
From a view a top the mountain, in boots strapped to a board warm
feet wiggle, always amazed I hear you as you giggle. Mirrored goggles
hide my eyes looking into yours the angel in the snow I love you so.