It's funny how people act when their clothes are on the floor
As if they've know each other forever
But still yearning to know more
The purpose of winter,
For me to keep you warm
The chances of sleep,
Slight in this storm
Bundle up for the below freezing weather
This is Texas in December
We'll shine all night until the morning
When we'll flicker like an ember
Fingers locked, bodies tight, we can't be torn
Lips met, skin pressed and we are warm
Sleep is nowhere in this storm