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...
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