Frozen was the ground warm was the flesh. A total whiteout. Yet not a single curve was missed through such thin mesh.
She spoke frozen in the moment to every word she said. So cold was the night. Warm was the bed.
Deep within passion written with with a kiss. Warmth cannot be ignored. Even on a snow covered night like this.
Snow drifts slowley as i view the moon's light illuminate your silhouette as across the room you slowley walk. Confessions in the key of plessure with such gentle pillow talk.
Ice cicles and love bites. Memories etched deeply within are hearts. From these lovesick nights.
And as snow does melt. We will not question every little word said. Just cheerish the moments. When cold was the night. And warm was the bed.