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The Dool and The Snow Angel
Snow Angel,
quench my wanton thirst
my lust is parched
and I fear this swollen vessel burst
My dool hangs low and heavy
against a cold, mid winter breeze
hot blood flows inside his vein
it's length down to my knees
Deeply throbbing......dark berry
upon soft, cool powder white
hold me inside your sanctuary
soft, wet, warm and tight
melted ice becomes
sweet summer rain
steam rises from this union of souls
Sweet snow angel ease my languished pain......
...as we lay
our shadows cast upon the ground
like cherries in the snow
she spreads her frosty “little wings”
as deeper and deeper I go
sensual oscillations shape
erotic “sin-tilations”,
two brazen lovers , naked
in motion against a
frozen white canvas below
clear winter skies
my, my, my
soaring upon the wings
of a beautiful
Snow Angel....
Published 2nd Mar 2015
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2nd Mar 2015 11:08pm
3rd Mar 2015 00:39am
Anonymous
3rd Mar 2015 2:06am
well. that certainly heats up this winter night!
3rd Mar 2015 2:49am
Anonymous
3rd Mar 2015 2:56am
i know the cabin fever well.
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