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tyler
your skin is warm like an oven.

I remember you would pull me into your soft arms every night. Through rain and shine, I'd still be cuddled in your arms at the end of the day.
We could scream at each other, ignore various texts one of us sent and sit on separate couches in the lounge room but in the dark of the night, when all is silent, I would be curled up next to you.

Your body never ceased to surprise with its warmth. We could be outside, running around in the snow and still, your hand would be lukewarm when I took it in mine.

You always told me how cold I was.
"Tyler, baby... C'mere. You feel so icy. Let me keep you warm." You said to me one evening. I'd seen you kissing some pretty girl only an hour before. Still, I climbed into your warm arms and tangled my hands into your hair.

You used to run those toasty hands up and down my hips, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. I would place kisses along every inch of your warm skin.

If anyone ever asked me to describe you; I would tell them that you were warm, in a literal sense. Your personality wasn't necessarily cold, but it wasn't warm either. I didn't really know you like that, though.
I never knew you the way I wanted to.

I only knew the warmth of your skin.

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