My thoughts are like birds

Resting on branches

Gathered together in bunches waiting out the cold

So many squeezing in to protect my heart

For it not to freeze over

Your smile is warm

A few flocked away

I let go but not too much

You hold my hand

Your passionate heat shoots through me

More thoughts migrate

Embracing in the still of night

Immersed in pleasure

My mind is as empty

As an inkless love letter

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