Her embrace, ever so gentle,
Yet filled to the brim with passion
Her eyes, a warm void
My eyes, my gaze, drowning in hers.
The urge to resist I have not,
For the urge to resist, I want not.
The comfort she brings, the pain she numbs,
A remedy undeserved, a remedy desperately needed.

I feel her heart beating,
A tender, gentle rhythm,
As I wrap my hands around her,
My fingers meeting behind her.
Her sweat, rolling down her cheeks,
In contrast to the cold weather outside,
Our bodies covered in woolen fabric,
Us however, so vulnerable.

We both wish time could stop,
This moment entrapping us.
Forever in each other's embrace,
Like statues, indifferent to changes.
But we both know how it all works,
We are, but survivors,
Molded by everything around us,
Molding the love we share.