Loved.

I curled my little finger around his
The warmth was less, I wanted more
But today it feels alright
Because its very cold outside.

We walked through the snow,
Breathed the fog, went home and
Made love on his soft cold bed
He fills me with warmth and assuring masculinity.

Then I lay on his chest, running my cold fingers
On his dark warm skin. A passionate smile
I feel the ruins on his skin
And he feel through my fallen legacy.

Love is transient and so is happiness.
I mourn its loss in peace, and
Welcome its arrival with anxiety.
But right now, in his arms, for few moments
I feel loved.