i sit and think, i walk and think and all i can feel transpiration at its peak,
deep sighs sounds of whisper of your deep sleep as sounds of winter night is near,
temptation of departing hisses again and again time misses,
gasps of air flood my lungs as we strolls in the rushing night,
your scent follows nonstop as the chilling cold smothers my feet,
your warmth attends its need,
a sense of long till my hands passover your blonde hair streaks,
for a good night kiss it will seek.