if i were born of earlier days, i would lust after you this way

The finger tips on your hands arouse ice cold rivulets in my thighs.
You tell me it is because you traveled far to release my flesh.
So where is your warmth and lust of life that I saw aboard your ride?
You turn away and back to rip my bosom from its sheath of cloth.
All my vulnerability is open and taut standing attentive to you.
You have hidden your essence deep beneath Siberian caves, it can only be so.
Hindsight shows you for the fallacious beast, the arctic fox without a den.
Yes I still aim my body towards yours, throw my heart out so it bleeds.
The chill from your extremities excites my veins through to their core
An ice broken, shattered storm, fallen from the highest heights, I know mine.
The purest thing is to bend and mend and heal that craving from within.
Rape my body and throw it to the side and leave me lusting for more.