I hate the cold, the way it circulated round your whole body like it owned you 
the way you responded to the way it gently tickled your skin and the goosebumps jerked to life 
The way it penetrated you,which was a  deeper intimacy than I ever got to experience 
the way you rapped your arms around yourself as it softly felt your essence 
I hated the cold because it knew how to make you feel alive in different ways I couldn't.


                               Inkcloud

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