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With the chill of winter settling in
The horizon proves a coming storm
I convince her we need to strip naked
And cuddle to remain warm
Preparing for the long, cold season
Always keeping her flesh within reach
Needing her to bundle me up
Never mind we’re down on the beach
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That time for announcing a thankful heart
Admittedly, I’m luckier than I could know I’m grateful for a cozy home to return to She’s statuesque; putting on a show
A very fine housedress with cleavage peeking
I can tell they’re lonely, in need of my kisses Alas, it’s not the time for anything more She’s busy, my housewife, my missus
I take her in my arms with tenderness
This wasn’t the next task she had planned But it’s rather chilly outside How else shall I warm my cold hands
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Summer fades in our hearts
Though it’s still warm outside We begin to look forward to Autumn & beauty that coincides The air will find a little chill & we’ll see Winter on the attack Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat Wishing for seasons to cycle back Like this: Like Loading...
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Waking up, smelling of love
Sore & stiff from our imaginations A late night of enlightened feelings Letting moans be our primal narration
Accompanied by jazzy tones & chilled wine
Perfect decorations for our eternal passions By any means necessary to ensure That our mutual desire never goes our of fashion Like this: Like Loading...
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Lounging early in the morning
She wore an animal print I couldn’t recall I poured another cup to erase the cobwebs A chilly morning; slipping past Fall
She was sleek & beautiful, a deadly shade
Overly dramatic in the best possible sense Passion in abundance for my sole benefit Edging to a climax at our soul’s expense Like this: Like Loading...
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Catching her skirt in the wind
Weathering this day nonetheless Hair whipping across her face Flustered; such a beautiful mess
A chilly day among the Highlands
Her tartan blowing in the breeze The magic of something almost seen My mind caught up in nature’s tease Like this: Like Loading...
Wilting roses by the fireside
Coffee warming bones chilled from the boat
Drifting thoughts to stagnant memories
Thawing words from poems you never wrote Like this: Like Loading...
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Willfully getting lost in the woods with my woman
Far from the hordes of the sick & infected Shutting doors & leaving society behind Once away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected
Outside, I can find the crispness of nature
& my pure, unencumbered path to be free Wrapping my soul within Winter’s chill These unharnessed elements might be the key Like this: Like Loading...