Jan 11, 2017
Summer in Winter
Right by the campfire
there is the most serene and
alluring gestures that melt
The hints of summer blush about
A whirlwind of snow captures
our sultry sprawls, fervid silhouettes.
Like shooting stars at midnight.
We have become the white -hot heat;
the winter's hottest tremble.
Clothes on or off, nothing can stop
this blue passion.
In your eyes burns my eternal candle.
You can blow on my fingertips;
I shall kiss the bite from your lips.
As our bodies swell over and over...
On this aching night everything is
burning, sweating and making
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