Locks of charcoal black
Sleek and smooth
like the mountain peaks
when covered with fresh snow
thick with stories of winter
my hands find warmth
running through
Hands ice cold
hold the chills
of the winter season
in his fingertips
As they glide
Down my skin caressing my curves
leaving a trail of goosebumps
one for every cold snowflake kiss
Rough and dry
his breath blows the summer heat
Off my belly
Where it used to settle
and nestle
tanning for hours
now leave my body
every time
he exhales
while he’s on top
Suddenly, it feels like winter
moments freeze
time stops
nature wears white
seducing him away from me
He’s waiting by the window
And I beside him
“It’s cold outside love” I said
He turned to me
exhaled a sigh of relief
“It’s the best kind, my darling” he said
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
Locks of charcoal black
Sleek and smooth
like the mountain peaks
when covered with fresh snow
thick with stories of winter
my hands find warmth
running through
Hands ice cold
hold the chills
of the winter season
in his fingertips
As they glide
Down my skin caressing my curves
leaving a trail of goosebumps
one for every cold snowflake kiss
Rough and dry
his breath blows the summer heat
Off my belly
Where it used to settle
and nestle
tanning for hours
now leave my body
every time
he exhales
while he’s on top
Suddenly, it feels like winter
moments freeze
time stops
nature wears white
seducing him away from me
He’s waiting by the window
And I beside him
“It’s cold outside love” I said
He turned to me
exhaled a sigh of relief
“It’s the best kind, my darling” he said
