The warmth of cold

The feel of warmth against my cold skin, The cool crisp air mixed with the first days light begins. I keep my eyes closed, to take in all these raw senses. Warmth melting into me with endless hunger. her warm subtle breath gently pressing on my face, With little hints of her fragrance enveloping me. swirling around, her hair catches the gentle breeze coming in through the slightly cracked window And dances on and around my nose peaking my interest to look at the beauty that lay before me. I lay perfectly still as to not scare it away. I can't help it, the suspense, nor can I wait any longer. I start to peak, before I can realize her warm soft lips pressing against mine, Our eyes meet and dance at the first days sunrise.