Cold empty warmth (Completed)

Frostbite

The nights have grown cold.

And this bed with so much space, one side always empty, but the whole bed lacks warmth as if no one sleeps here.

I sleep here but my flesh grew cold long ago.

Ive forgotten the feeling...of another persons warmth. The pleasure of naked, soft skin pressed together, warming more than just cold bodies, but cold souls as well. The forgotten feelings of soft fingertips gently dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I use to roll over and look at the empty side where my dragon, my warmth, the fire of my soul once slept and close my eyes to imagine him, imagine the warmth, just to keep a grasp of how the warmth once felt, but I can no longer imagine it.

I would dream of the warmth, the feeling of your skin against mine. But it would all end the same. I would awaken just as cold as I was before I fell into a dream of false warmth.

For so long I've craved to be touched like that again, but after countless nights of being cold, the warmth would burn me to ashes if it were to touch me again.