At ninety five degrees how can one freeze?
I reach out for your warmth and feel sharp chills
Rise up between my sighs and I believe
My body will be trapped in midnight hell
Where windows turn from glass to rusted steel
Too old to be pried open or destroyed
My flesh will bear deep scars that will reveal
Dead bondage from the marriage to this void
I'd rather slide between the ivory folds
And meet your tender lips while you touch me
Upon my warming skin (defying cold)
Upon my soul's awaiting fantasy
At ninety five degrees you hold me still
The fiery heat between us brings new chills
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