Jul 2013
Her skin pale ice
Her body, winter.
My hands smooth
Across her flesh,
Warmth blooms,
Spring blossoms.
My kiss is heat,
I taste her snowmelt.
Her body, winter.
My hands smooth
Across her flesh,
Warmth blooms,
Spring blossoms.
My kiss is heat,
I taste her snowmelt.
Written by
Adam Barraclough
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