Cold morality is in me.
It's icy fingers caress me, taunt me.
Living a rigid code of ethics
trying to be good, proper.
Getting swallowed up by the
everyday regime - a self inflicted regime.
Ahh - I feel a warmth spreading
throughout my mind.
A whisper of heat permeates my soul.
Frigid limbs become limp with desire.
The harness of my being is loosened.
Steam emanates from the moisture
of my frigidness.
Your touch, your eyes.
My cold morality is ablaze.
You melt me.