i was shivering with cold
heater wasn't working tonight
you gave two thick comforters
fearful that i might pass out
i start meditating like monk
chanting an old native song
you slid slowly into cocoon
pressing your warmth to mine
your nakedness is taking over
i feel your softness robbing
my senses; we are becoming one
burning cold of darkness flight
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