Ghosts of Winter

Lying curled up in the snow My skin burns with the intensity of my desire Feeling my cheeks go numb, eyes clouding over I melt in the wonder of your passion Feet curling in pleasure I spy the icicles as they glisten Shuddering in delight, I must be dead, such a winter wonderland You touch my skin and it glows with fierce compassion I kiss your lips but they freeze and fall to pieces Here we lay sharing in sweet sensations Just the four of us, mine and yours together Forever we will be, lost in space, time eternal The essence of our love rising in wisps of true elation. Didi