THE THERMOSTAT

by Mik

It began...

Cool.

Cool jazz, cool beer, cool fingertips.

It grew...

Warm.

Warm smile, warm eyes, warm embrace.

It got...

Hot.

Hot kisses, hot promises, hot sex.

And when he left it was...

Cold.

Cold showers, cold beds, cold nights.

But he comes home tonight...

The weather will be cold,

The wine will be cool,

The Chinese food will be warm,

And the fire in me will be hot.

I stand at the gate watching for him...

His cool fingertips,

His warm eyes,

His hot passion,

Tonight the only thing to get cold will be

The Chinese food.

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