“frigid, my hands are like ice”

frigid
my hands are like ice
aching for your warmth to infuse them.

wrapped within your sweater i find myself smelling you
inhaling you

i long to be wrapped within your arms
curled against your chest with your lips trailing kisses
soft and gentle against my temple

through that ache, that yearning
i know i’ll find
warmth

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