Uploaded April 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
I don’t need to have relations
With anybody at all
I’m just not wired that way
I don’t hear that call
I’m not drawn to bodies inside of bodies
If you are, that’s fine with me
People shouldn’t judge each other
For the contact that they need
What I want is simpler than passion
Nothing cinematic or loud
Just proof that another person
Is somewhere close by now
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I don’t mind being the warmer one
As long as it moves somehow, amen
That’s all I’ve ever needed or wanted
To give some and receive some in turn
I don’t know if there’s a name for that
But I know the feeling of warmth
Beforehand we’re eating fish sticks
Fries or tater tots
We don’t need white tablecloths
Or paying steak-and-lobster costs
We can eat what’s easy
Something hot I made myself
And talk about the books we’ve read
What we keep up on our shelves
It helps the closeness, knowing
What’s inside each other’s heads
No guessing games, no mystique
Just words we’ve already said
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I don’t mind being the warmer one
As long as it moves somehow, amen
No performance, no persuasion
No script we have to learn
Just a quiet, honest transfer
Of a little warmth
Then comes the time for the exchange
One of us goes to the freezer
The other just stays as they are
Room temperature, nothing deeper
No need to be completely naked
No need to cross that line
Just cold hands, a patch of skin
A small part of the back, just fine
At the end of the night we say thank you
Like people who mean the phrase
The one who doesn’t live there
Goes home the way they came
We don’t pretend it’s more than it was
We don’t pretend it’s less
We shared a moment of warmth
So we don’t feel lonely, I guess
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I’m okay walking back into the dark
Knowing I felt it then
No vows, no heat left burning
No promises we can’t affirm
Just a small, human exchange
Of warmth
I don’t need to have relations
With anybody at all
I’m just not wired that way
I don’t hear that call
I’m not drawn to bodies inside of bodies
If you are, that’s fine with me
People shouldn’t judge each other
For the contact that they need
What I want is simpler than passion
Nothing cinematic or loud
Just proof that another person
Is somewhere close by now
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I don’t mind being the warmer one
As long as it moves somehow, amen
That’s all I’ve ever needed or wanted
To give some and receive some in turn
I don’t know if there’s a name for that
But I know the feeling of warmth
Beforehand we’re eating fish sticks
Fries or tater tots
We don’t need white tablecloths
Or paying steak-and-lobster costs
We can eat what’s easy
Something hot I made myself
And talk about the books we’ve read
What we keep up on our shelves
It helps the closeness, knowing
What’s inside each other’s heads
No guessing games, no mystique
Just words we’ve already said
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I don’t mind being the warmer one
As long as it moves somehow, amen
No performance, no persuasion
No script we have to learn
Just a quiet, honest transfer
Of a little warmth
Then comes the time for the exchange
One of us goes to the freezer
The other just stays as they are
Room temperature, nothing deeper
No need to be completely naked
No need to cross that line
Just cold hands, a patch of skin
A small part of the back, just fine
At the end of the night we say thank you
Like people who mean the phrase
The one who doesn’t live there
Goes home the way they came
We don’t pretend it’s more than it was
We don’t pretend it’s less
We shared a moment of warmth
So we don’t feel lonely, I guess
I like to put cold hands on someone’s body
Feel the warmth come out of them
I’m okay walking back into the dark
Knowing I felt it then
No vows, no heat left burning
No promises we can’t affirm
Just a small, human exchange
Of warmth
