Icy fingers tingling,
Touching,
Tracing,
Up and down,
Bare hollows,
And curved sculptured bones,
Between your shoulders,
And that arch of your hips,
Your lips,
Misting as we touch,
Fingers to your smile,
Breaths coming,
In mists,
As they kiss,
Skin to skin,
Warming,
Thawing,
The blood flowing back to,
My frozen heart,
You break these cold walls,
That have set me apart,
You hold within your hands,
An ice princess' heart.
~Rei Shiori
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