When our cold moment begins…
You lament about unspoken secrets.
My lips meet yours and there’s no warmth.
When our cold moment heightens…
We are both intimate and distant.
You’re neither here nor there.
When our cold moment climaxes…
Your heavy breath frigid as we share lips.
Kissing you is like pressing my lips to ice.
When our cold moment ends…
That sudden chill I feel beside you…
I don’t know what’s beneath your skin!
Then those cold moments of lust and joy
I believed we shared were with no one
alive enough to care for a fire like me!









Passionate and sad. Nice descriptions
Passionately penned, Daniel. Always stellar imagery in all your writes my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
My friend…your heart is beautiful. Don’t ever change it. Lips don’t lie, the eyes and heart do.
Spectacular write.