Cold as Death

Your lips are cold, so dead against my own;

I might burn you with the heat of my passion.

Your fingertips trail like ice down my arms,

Send chills down my spine and chill me.

Who am I?

I’m your lover and your friend;

You can always trust me,

Tell me anything you want,

Share your most intimate moments with me.

Where am I going?

I want a place to call my own,

You’ve already given me a place within your arms;

A corner of your heart,

Reserved for me and me alone.

Do you love me?

I know you love to touch me,

And tell me I’m all yours;

You always say there’s no one better than me

To listen to your secrets and hold you in my arms.

Is this where I want to be?

With your deathly cold lips and your frozen hands,

You trust me.

I expect you to respect me

And I want you to be honest.

It’s everything I hope for;

Everything you’ve given me.

Love me like no other,

You only have one lover.