Icy Cold Heat

Lips parted;

heated touches.

Whispers in the dark.

A promise of tonight only;

This would be their salvation,

but also be their undoing.

It was harsh and cruel

to say it would not last.

It was cold and icy,

to pretend it could not.

The touches would save them

and they would rip them apart.

Kisses on her skin

felt like liquid fire.

Gentle caresses

melt her resolve.

She wants it to last;

wants it to never end.

He would kiss her

with all the desire he held;

and hold her

like he would never let her go.

But it could not last,

he had to let her go.

Parted and gasping

wanting for more.

They escape

into their own desires.

They shed their fears

and let passion enfold one more time.

He thrusts deeper this time

letting himself get lost.

Lost in her heat,

in her icy hot passion.

She was cold to think he would stop;

to think he could stop.

She was his now,

and he was hers.

This was their undoing

and their salvation.

They learned once more

would never be enough.

They had to keep going;

had to keep feeling.

They had to touch;

to kiss.

They had to be together.

They were one.