Red Cold.

Thermal underwear hidden
with the tell-tale lace
poking it's foreign tongue
at passers-by
through your jeans.

Jacket over shirt helps to
hide away your shame.
Braless breasts breathe heavily
against the cotton and the wool
of the long scarf around your neck.

You've lost your mind and all soul.
How can you tell all those
sunbathing beauties in their
skimpery that you just feel so
cold?

Harry Potter!:

I don't really like the first two stanzas at all sorry. The third is pretty good though [:

Why?