I feel warmth behind me
Hot air running down my neck
the slow, small kiss of my ear
Makes my hair stand on end
"Are you cold?" the voice says softly
Rubbing my arms until my nipples are erect
with ecstasy
My heart quickens as hands roam underneath
my shirt
A small twist of his fingers and I'm spent
Waking from this fantasy I am warm and wet
Lonely after my dream I lie on my bed cold
This I hear it:
"Are you cold?"