Goosebumps rose as if in a little rebellion of sorts,
Our hands desperate to counter the state of unrest,
Exploring the human contour that lay before them,
For places where we could hide,
Or unhide.

Curling up, exchanging the warmth of our souls
Through our skin,
We took turns to savour, and be each other's saviour
Forging shields through our embraces,
As we lay in bed looking at each other's faces.

Our bodies decided to ally
Against the ever so conspiring chill
And even as the temperatures outside kept dropping,
The passion inside knew only one way to go - rise, rise, rise.