Thou knoweth my soul,
Creaking through the crevices.
Of my wooden heart.

Surveying every piece,
My skin has to offer.
Cool lips like fire,
To my frozen body.

Traces of flame,
Igniting my coat.
Skin feeling warmth of Fire.

Cool lips like fire,
Testing every crevice.
Pushing limits,
Unknown to a no-lover.

So this is what love,
Must feel like.