It's cold, but you're body is warm.
The way you lean on me. The way you touch me.
You take my hand softly, your skin smooth against mine.
Your lovely face looks up to me, your eyes locked on mine.
Your beautiful eyes look to my lips, than back to me.
We both are thinking the same thing.
You lean in closer, our cheeks almost touch.
You tilt your head slightly, and your warm lips meet mine.
You put your hand around my waist and pull me close.
I stroke your soft hair and kiss more passionately.
As we kiss your tounge makes it's way over to mine, and they lock in embrance.
Passion fills every bone in my body as we stand, hand in hand.