• My skin tingles
    My heart races
    Your hands shake
    Your face turns red
    The heat is almost unbearable
    The tension excites us completely
    Our hands are tangled together
    Our lips are dangerously close
    It's hot as a fire should be
    It stings as the icy winds do
    You ask me if I'm nervous
    You wonder if I'm scared
    I ask you if you really love me
    I wonder will you always be there
    We let the heat consume us
    We allow the passion to guide us..