Snow
by Phedre


The chill of snow covering flesh with
white blankets of desire,
my passion seems to rise as if the
Sky should simply be higher.


I lay beneath its chill blanket


I imagine you come strong
and hot to melt the world away with passion


filled moments and the treasures of desire.


Wrought from the sorrow of winter to the
promise of spring.


Our bodies dance transcendent of the chill,


steam rising with the power of heated thrills.


The frost seems to leave my coated eyes and
I begin to see for the very first time.


The promise of warmth the pleasures of spring
for you are my lover transcending all that fear might bring