A Lover, of Sorts

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You can always see it first
dancing there, all for you
Only for a moment, a gentle caress
Invisible hands reaching under clothes
Wind against skin

Your breath warms it, you take longer drags
and it changes
Suddenly

Not hands but teeth biting into your flesh
Forcing its way through quivering lips
it fills your lungs, chokes you
Holds you down, owns you
Reminds you that all you are

is cold
So you struggle away
Battered by bitter wind
until it dances for you again