A Cold...... Poem by Ashley Stone

A cold hand sliding up my skirt
No one's looking
So you can have your fun

A cold stare glaring at my back
I know you're there
I don't even have to look back

A cold kiss harshly caressing my lips
A chill surging done my back
My lips are likely to fall off

A cold all around person
That's who sees my tears and doesn't care
A cold hand forces me onto the bed
Cold feet caress mine when you sneak in late at night

Crawl into my bed
Slide on top of me
In me
On me

What's wrong with me?
How do I attract a cold thief