The curtains curl,
the cloth furls.
The wind whispers sweet nothings
across your face.

Your face dappled by your hair.
The shadow of your smile,
ripples across your face.

The pale moonlight,
playing tricks with your body,
as I hold it.

Closer and Closer you move,
Warmer and Warmer you become.
The feel of skin against skin,
Turns the cold into heat.

Heated bodies become one,
Hot breath on your back,
as you sleep...

In the cold nights,
We've become one...