Soft was the snow that fluttered all around you And cascaded gently onto your hair and face. Moist were your lips from the occasional snowflake That floated into the opening between us, Before we resumed our passionate embrace.
Soft was the snow that fluttered all around you And cascaded gently onto your hair and face. Moist were your lips from the occasional snowflake That floated into the opening between us, Before we resumed our passionate embrace.
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