c l o s e r

come closer.

so i can

w h i s p e r

all my

s e c r e t s

onto your skin.

don’t worry about the cold.

let our burning

f i r e

melt the

f r o s t

that coats the glass.

don’t say a word.

your lips bring steaming

d e l i g h t

to my burnt umber ones, covering me in

a c h i n g

desire.

for more.

i need your

d a r i n g

soul to

l o v e

me as gently as the leaves fall

and as rough as the ocean turns in the wind.