Some diverse proposition

You shy away, still
Cold from flesh left barren.
Goosebumps and tender
Touching, smooth a
Biting anxiety that still stabs
At all the senses,
Piercing a deafening
Silence with ecstatic
Breaths and testiments to
Satisfaction. Pain now
Cuts through a moment
Of desires fulfillment
As tongues and lips
Lay dormant while passion
Meets its match:
A collision of souls frozen
In such euphoriatic bliss.
Time has but stopped
As winter takes its course
Merging and mending
With the fiery grip
Of once crossed legs
Intwined with those of
A requited lover.
Look up to the stars
He still remains
In the winter nights
That play now in his dreams.

Thank you, my love.