I stand enthralled by the immensity of the winter that lay ahead of me. I bask in the realm of the surreal as I walk amongst the million flakes falling from heaven melting on my face. I imagine the snowflakes as kisses melting on my lips and my body. I watch as you slide down the slippery slope catching kisses with your tongue. I watch the tassel on your toboggan flutter against the snowy wind. I witness the childish joy that fills your heart as you curl your legs up and slide on your back. Spinning slow circles in erotic pose, I am captivated by your movements. With each flake that melts on my tongue I am filled with your desires. I try and catch everyone so as to not miss a kiss on my lips. I watch you come up through the snow, seducing me with your gait; I see that impish grin spread across your face. Your tongue catches more kisses as cold mittens touch my face. I feel your cold lips warm against mine as your heart beats a rhythmic tempo that stays my feet. Each flake that we catch is different as each kiss you make new on my lips and neck changes in pressure and sensuality. I taste the cold of the snow on your lips as we stand covered in a blanket of white. Warmth fills the air between us as I look upon the beauty of you against the backdrop of winter. I am no longer cold against the storms that besiege me, but am filled with millions of kisses from Heaven.
What a lovely idea,kissing the snow. I have made snowmen and snow women, did much sleding and of course the age old snow balls and snow angels, but don't think I have ever kissed the snow.
Oh my. You invited me to dance in the snow. I like the concept of kissing the snow. Have you ever made snow ice cream? It has been a while since I have any but it is part of my childhood memories. This was a beautiful, captivating write.
God Bless,
Lew
Randy, we are on the same page today, and I love this poem, it is so loving it would make icicles melt and be glad to be puddles;-)
Beautifully written!
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
Facing imprisonment in 2061’s dystopian Manhattan, Cori Christopher is given the opportunity to time travel to Occupied Paris in 1941 to try and save singer Noel Matheson, leader of the Cafe Violette Resistance, from Nazi destruction…and perhaps save
BRAVO!
John Michael
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Karen
Christine
God Bless,
Lew
This. Is. Beautiful. I'll never think of snow the same way again...your words could melt the most f r i g i d of conditions! LOL Very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beautifully written!
Love,
Eileen