I'll lay down and look at the stars,
The same stars I remembered us gazing at,
When your icy fingertips stole across my stomach,
Making me shiver and snuggle up against you.

Our lips becoming blue,
Small puffs of air freezing in the air,
As our fingers interlock,
To keep some heat in.

Stealing Glances,
Every now and then,
Studing our features apparent in the freezing temp.

Gasps of air and tight grips of care,
Surround us in the fall air,
As you whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
The stars gazing down at us,
Are jealous of what we have