Not a Tedious Night In December

Not a tedious night in December, our kisses, like fire, burn forever; there may be no stars, no warm, scented breezes... only the whitest snowflakes falling before our erotic eyes. Underneath these transparent sheets, silence can hear our fast heartbeats; the window is shut, but the view is hot as trees gleam in the thick snow, and a lonely shallow stays behind to watch winter's beauty unfold 'till March. We consume our desire with sensual touches; and as midnight approaches and the weather gets colder, we encroach on this bed as the leaves of a vine... expressing our passionate thoughts in the loveliness of dim lights around us, and moaning from pleasure, we scream and entwine. Not a tedious night in December as the last bird fills the snowy air with springtime harmony, nothing could be so joyful and tender; the streets below are the picture of serenity, and in this room two lovers explore new ways of ecstasy... dreaming of more nights that would last forever.