hot and cold

under the cold sheets 

she reaches for his warmth

hot from his fevery fire

her hands as cold as the crisp sheets

never too cold for his want

of her touch

his desire boils over to control her

cold hands

pinned to the cold sheets

she sighs

under his spell she closes her eyes

as he warms her to the core

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