WARMTH.
Hot coffee to my lips. Bundling in my warm furry red coat, lifting the collar as high as it can go, sometimes to even cover my ears. If my ears are warm, it seems the rest of my body is warmer. The fireplace. The flickering coals and the dark smoky smell of the burning wood that sometimes becomes trapped in your hair like a wandering ghost. The romance of just the sight of a fireplace. Dreams of staring into my lover's eyes as we softly whisper our lives. I would like a fireplace, but probably will never get one. Hot chocolate that burns my tongue if I sip it too quickly. Little red cinnamon candies that are so small but taste so good. I pop them into my mouth three or four at a time. They are spicy just like the color. Not too hot, but just enough. I like it when my breath smells faintly of cinnamon. Warm cuddly bedsheets during the autumn and winter months. So cozy. They shield me from cold air wafting around me. It feels wonderful to have cold weather but to be warm. My desk lamp with the light bulb that gets too hot too quickly. Its brightness makes me squint my eyes. Almost painful to use. I need another lightbulb. One with a dimness to it, a warm glow and nothing more. Subtle. All I need to get through the darkness. Steaming soup. Tomato clam chower is wonderful with pepper. Lots of black pepper floating helplessly on the surface of the soup. Sacrificing itself to make my soup tasty and irresistable. Black pepper. My absolute favorite. Goes with almost anything. Pizza. Melting cheese and hot tomato sauce enveloping it. The perfect dance in my mouth as I consume and smile. My lover's kiss. Hot and sweet and salty. Wet like a thousand oceans in the heat of passion. Warmth when sweat pours onto me. Forms onto me. We become slippery like hot oil. The sheets become unbearably hot and sticky. The warmth is overwhelming yet feels so good. The warmth dissolves when the blankets are lifted from our nakiness and the cool rush of air kisses delirously at every inch of exposed skin. Ecstasy this moment. Skin cools but our passion has not. We are still warm inside. His naked body during the night. It burns with his heat. It is amazing how hot his skin becomes. I long to hold him during the summer nights, but sometimes cannot fully embrace him. The fall and winter cold is perfect. A reward for not being able to sleep too close when it is warmer. The cold that makes us reach for each other and our bodies become one. Arms wrapped around waists. Legs entwined like roots of a beautiful tree. Hips connected lovingly. Faces pressed together like hands in a peaceful prayer. Naked skin against naked skin. The most delirious feeling in the world that I know of or would ever want to know. Warmth that is perfect.