I woke in a room of frost, with cold lips
I ache to hear your voice
But as I maneuver my sleepy body
I'm reminded that you're here
Curled up in silk, perfect mounds of ivory flesh
I lean across to kiss you gently
I watch your breath hasten, and fight the numbing urge to wake you
To graze myself along your chest
So I found myself writing this instead
The thunder seems to be clearing
And my pulse is dying out in gulps
I lower my head defeated, in hopes you will forgive me
And kiss your forehead once again to wake you