I'm so exhausted
And my cheeks are still burning
My legs are still hurting
My stomach still churning
From that slippery *****
Of ice and snow
(Frozen water, yet it's fluffy?)
From that tumble down
Poles and arms flailing
Skis skittering
The snow one blank sheet
One flat generic and invisible terrain
Rising into bumps and dips
As soon as it reaches the feet
And, of course,
From those slips and dives,
Collisions and misses,
Trips and stumbles
Where legs rise up
Offering the sky a warm embrace
- Or perhaps a better perve
At the naughty parts
While the ground gets a ***** of the other end
Perhaps it's all just a trick
Of the mountain, the land
An attraction to lure us
Into it's cold, deathly grip
A chance for it to feel our skin
Our attention
Our bums
A chance for the mountain, the sky
To be the ultimate perves
Or perhaps we provide for them
A massage with our gentle gliding motions
Our poles are further *******
A more intense, deep happy ending
Or perhaps the sky and ground
Are in coherts
To gain their perverted glee
And we continue skating
Falling
Gliding
Happy
And  innocent
Of their disgusting
Kinks