The Cold Night Air
Kitten
The cold night air dresses me tonight.
I can feel the presence of change in the air.
My life has become an aggregate of cold nights.
I know I am being watched but this I do not fear.
He is behind me now, I do not turn, I do not fear.
I see his longing for me. I feel his need.
The moment before I collapse into his embrace, his gentle caress is all I feel.
My eyes closed as I allowed my body to follow his lead.
Now I venture to open them slowly, in the cold night air.
I see his eyes bright an unnatural apart of the cold night air.
He sees the love for him in my mind.
His fingers touch my lips.
He did not have to be so kind.
I felt myself through him.
He brought my body closer to him.
His lips moving slowly down my neck, with great care.
Each kiss bring a shutter
It could have been the cold night air.
The pain is sharp, it causes me to cry.
A tear falls from my eye, I am not afraid but still I cry.
The pain passes into sensuality.
He and I become a confluence into one.
His need increases, he holds me tightly.
I am weakening to the cold night.
I can feel the point of death approaching in the cold night.
I cannot stop myself, there is another tear, but this time I do not feel the cold night air.
I am one of many.
Right now I am the world; me and he, a pair.
I gasp my last little breath of cold night air.
As I die the little breath is lost in the cold night air.
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