Ice King
The Ice King sits upon his throne
No queen for him he is alone
He looks on earth to find a bride
Each girl he has kissed has sadly died
His lips so cold their warmth is stole
He must find one to quench his soul
He is a man and has his needs
On others warmth is how he feeds
Within the cold there is desire
He seeks a woman with ample fire
SKAT's Ice King Contest.
By; Richard Lamoureux
So I put a ice cube in my hand and the thing that struck me initially
as well as being cold it felt dry. Also the ice created a burning sensation
as it began to melt the feel of the liquid in my palm was more pleasurable
I liked how it felt melting between my fingers, almost sensual. The end
result ice fire and sensuality.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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