Panting on glass, the cold forces itself in; crawling on floors and climbing walls
Traversing feet to face to finally fall asleep on the bones; here is where you come in
The only reason you were allowed past the halls
The only reason you could sit with me and drain a bottle of vintage gin
The only reason you can do more than gaze
Clothes off, hands on, let's skip the smouldering and tip into the torrid
Scorch the skin and burn the body, we have time to explore ourselves in ninety different ways
Fingers on lips and toungues in cheek, it takes this little to get you florid?
It's the weather you see, that gets my words heated
So let me pull you in by your warm waist and see how swifty my speech softens when they stroke your ear
We can get cosy too if need be; for the fire in here can be seated
As long as it stays present and near
We're figures filled with fervour so it's best we stay close
Wine and dine till the last lights of day
While the night supplies sweat-soaked sessions too sultry for prose
Recuperating before the arrival of the first ray
You stretch, smile and stare into my eyes
Is my vision clear or do I spot a mirage shifting inside your irises? A look of love?
Perhaps it will evaporate when we truly rise
The remnants of sleep do sometimes fog dreams from above
It's been hours and it has solidified in there
Shatter it soon before you turn lovelorn
For that isn't something we can share
Make it quick and there will be no need to mourn
You're acting confused, you should have known weeks ago
You're a body to lay on when cold
When it becomes balmy, you will have to go
These feelings were never going to age and grow old
This isn't love, but don't worry, it isn't just lust
We have our moments; laughs in the day, whispers in the dark
But this was always moulded to rust
It was never meant to leave a mark
Clothes on, hands off, you've slipped into the frigid deep end
And this cannot carry on if we have different desires
So let's stop for I cannot pretend
That my feelings match your depth, what's the point if we have to mutate into liars?
You're a body to hold when there's a chill
That was your purpose, why did you have to delude yourself into thinking there was more?
Trying to bypass the role set for you to fulfill
As if you had been handed an arid chore
Like loving me was any better
Knowing it could be planted but never bloom
I may as well grab a sweater,
We have arrived at this arrangement's untimely tomb
You were a body to rest on for heat
Then your emotions just had to grow gaudy
So out you go, to be drenched in showers and sleet
And I'll find another, after all, you're just a body.
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