Icy Warmth

You took me in your arms

and ran your fingers down my spine.

You whispered words of hushed promises

and laid me down upon the grass.

 

The night was dark

but your eyes were my lamplight

glowing like golden honey.

 

And as I tasted your lips

I felt something cold.

Your hands let fall an ice cube

down the back of my dress.

 

A shiver cascaded down my frame

and my back arched –

pressing my body into you.

And when it had finally melted into my warmth

I had melted into yours.