You get cold when it’s freezing outside.
I go cold when it’s freezing inside… me.
Quite often.
Sometimes my heart trembles, not only when you’re making love to me.
You can hear it… you can hear it when you hold me in your arms… beating so fast, so that it makes you come closer… You put your ear down to my chest and you listen.
Not so cryptic the language, not like the things I write in my secret diary.
Make love to me while the wind is howling…
It was winter and you were keeping me away from the cold.
Homely arms,
your own clothes and your scent
Fire kisses
and just a dream
terrifyingly beautiful
You, me and a rock.