The Winter Season

The Winter Season My body is crying, Fall is leaving The sensitive moon is screaming The stars is losing their nocturnal fans Their admiring nights is disappearing My body is yelling, Winter is coming The lakes are complaining for visitors The beaches are sadly missed by their vibrators I desire my forestry strolls with my birthday suit Which's so magnetic for the sexuals admirators Against the cold season, we need the advocators My body is trembling, my tears are frozen In the forest, woods are selected by dozen To create a warming fire with marshmallows Even though the sweaters act like good citizen My skin is metamorphosing like a flower wizen