I used to wake up cold, though I wore too many layers.
Shivering, literal frosted tips.
I'd claw for the covers and they were never enough.
But you are. You're more than enough.
I can feel you push the cold from my veins.
A slow burn. My favorite kind.
The kind that keeps you warm through the coldest winter.
The kind you really need.
When I touch your face.
When I look into your eyes.
When I wake up next to you.
I'm anything but cold.