bitter chill
drifting through
my window sill
had never
bothered me before.
That was until
my body learned
how it would feel
with your warm hands
resting against
my cheeks
and your lips
locked with mine.
Now everytime
the bitter chill
drifts through my
window sill,
my body reaches
out across the
frozen sheets
searching for
the warmth that
only you could give.
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