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My furnace

  I want my own furnace.
what did i confuse you?
have you ever been held by the person you love?
and felt really warm?
because there bodies run so hot.
we use to call my brother a walking furnace.
he always runs hot.

hes a heart breaker to, the girls he dates.
are total nuts.
but hes loyal and loving to them.
im proud hes my brother.
he will make someone special,
A great furnace.

One of my dearest friends.
recently started a new relationship.
his girlfriend says he is like a furnace.
she complained her bed was to small to cuddle with him.
naturally i had some jokes for this.
but my heart burned with envy.
i had that friend, im okay with not having him again.

i however want a furnace.
if i had one id never complain.
cuddling with him would never be uncomfortable.
to be held in a loving embrace.
kept warm and protected from the human race.
i want a furnace.
that will let me curl up in bed with him.
to hide from the world with him.

you may not understand.
but i surely do.
and someone else will to.
there are people all over.
who would kill for the loving embrace of someone.
one simply runs hot.
and i would to.
nothing scares away loneliness.
quiet the same way as.
a walking furnace.