Frozen

Ice. Is it the movement of your fingers as they lay chills all over my burnt skin? The kind you only feel when you’re indoors; There’s no need to ask just let me know when; Simmering kisses unlock frozen lips, bold temperatures continue to climb; A hot tub filled with petals of rose hips, Ferocious tastes like once in a lifetime; You speak so softly I can’t handle it; this want inside me only you can tame; Pure contradiction is so exquisite, Your harsh grip on my thigh we are the same; Such biting hands are the amplifier, don’t leave me here drowning in this desire.