28/12/2025
By the river, winter pressing in.
Snow softening the edges of the world.
I am a lover of heat.
He knows how my body listens for warmth.
So there is a heated vest against my skin,
and at night, the deeper heat of him beside me in sleep.
Not urgency.
Not fixing.
Just warmth offered.
Just bodies learning how to stay open.
He helps me meet the weather—
outside,
and inside our emotional landscape.
This is intimacy as attunement.
Being felt.
Being sheltered.
Being met, exactly where I am.
Where are you letting yourself be warmed like this?