There’s a special kind of
Cold that’ll brush across
Your face
With slender fingers
And painted nails
It’ll feel so sweet yet so
Welcoming
Like when you leave the window
In your bedroom open
And the night invites
Itself in
While you’re undercover
Under covers
Disguised as someone
Who should be sleeping
Yet a thrall to answer
Her heedsome call
An aura of attraction
And a magic with mystery
So cold yet so engulfed
In energy
Consume Reality! 