The air is crisp and sharp.
Steal your arms around me.
Cup me with your hands
And share my warmth.
I may shiver,
But not because I'm cold;
Miniature suns
light me from within.
I am glowing, glowing
Throwing off heat
Fiercely on fire
Flaring with desire
Burn here with me
Stoke the flames
We'll blaze so strongly
I think that we might melt.