subdued by the still of the night
under its wood paneled skies
and myriad of ominous pines
my unconscious mind drifted
seamlessly in a reverie filled
with nothing but you and i,
and as the february air grew
cold enough to numb my feet
loneliness accompanied me,
and i ached to feel your body
pressed warmly against me,
diverting me of this chilling
breeze as we melted away in
alluring frigid white sheets,
i hopelessly pine for you and
hunger to feel every pattern
of your heartbeat, to furtively
watch your chest rise as you
sleep, daring to trace the pair
of sultry lips parted upon me