As the weather turns nippy, Thoughts of snuggling with a loved one abound. All I have to snuggle up with lately is a good book, and thoughts of when things were good. The first frost used to mean tasting hot chocolate on your lips, licking the whipped cream off your finger tips. Extra blankets to keep us warm, praying to be snowed in by the storm. Wrapped together, trying to contain our heat, There goes another perfectly good sheet. Waking up with intentions of scrambling eggs, An insatiable hunger softly begs. Finally exhausted we really did dread, the thought of having to get out of bed. As the weather turns nippy, Thoughts of snuggling with a loved one... is bound to happen. And things will be good with someone else, some day, again.