Connect the dots

Now we are huddled together in the cold.
I feel their arms, their hands, their face.
They are still chilled, but I alone cannot warm them completely.
I see them staring back at me.
Their fingers graze my hair like sheep.
My eyes close and my body relaxes.
Slowly, their fingers move down my face.
My forehead,
My brows,
My eyes,
My nose,
My cheeks,
My lips.
They stop.
Something about these teases them.
My eyes open slowly and peer into their eyes.
Those deep, soul black eyes.
They want them for their own.
They want me.
The condition is...me.

"Do you want my lips?"

"yes."

there was a short pause before I replied:

"Then they are yours..."