Ghosts of Winter
Lying curled up in the snow
My skin burns with the intensity of my desire
Feeling my cheeks go numb, eyes clouding over
I melt in the wonder of your passion
Feet curling in pleasure I spy the icicles as they glisten
Shuddering in delight, I must be dead, such a winter wonderland
You touch my skin and it glows with fierce compassion
I kiss your lips but they freeze and fall to pieces
Here we lay sharing in sweet sensations
Just the four of us, mine and yours together
Forever we will be, lost in space, time eternal
The essence of our love rising in wisps of true elation.
Didi
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