A COLD WINTERs STEAMY

The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow. Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow. The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon. Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon. Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold, scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled. Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast. Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased. Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing, Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing. A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray. Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet. Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night! Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.