Come here, love.
Let the world freeze outside the door.
Let the night curl its cold fingers,
let the wind whisper its bitter song—
it will not reach you here.

I have fire beneath my ribs,
a slow, steady burn meant for you.
Lay your body against mine,
let your skin drink from the furnace
that only knows your name.

I will warm you—
not just your hands,
not just your breath,
but the places in you
that winter has tried to claim.

Let me thaw your soul, love.
Let me burn for you
until morning.