With your breath you take mine away, swiftly without remorse. You pause, just to,  with a seemingly random timing, attack again. You sweep over my hair, combing through it, throw it over my shoulder and back into my face, almost blinding me. When I pull it away you stroke my ears, making them so cold they'd be numb if it wasn't for the pinching pain. Just like my hands that I'm trying to hide away from you. I shiver and tremblingly sigh, you're almost making me lose my breath again. You're all around me and for a moment I can swear you're inside of me, freezing my bones and my flesh from the inside.

 I do not like you much, and I'm not too fond of your touch, you chilly force of nature, you New York wind.