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.
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my …
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