My own temper.
Yours as well.
An uncovered shoulder.
How I deal with men I don’t want to deal with.
When it’s hot, you roll over, and lay on your back.
When it’s cold, you move closer…
I like it like that.
Hot, like a passion that surrounds us in our mists.
It starts with an expression and continues with a kiss.
After this is done, we seek to cool down.
To revisit it in our minds as cold air swarms around.
Like the flickering of a candle to light a fire place.
To bring about the heat, scare the cold from my face.
Or maybe I was blushing? Heat rising in my cheeks.
Like it is, and as it were.
Us, tangled in the sheets.
The in-between is us, my dear.
It should always stay this way.
What you do keeps me hot in the cool of night,
And cold in the heat of the day.
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