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WHILE IT'S COLD OUT THERE

Wave of mistletoe,
neither could say no.
While it's cold out there,
indoors we get bare.

Gratify desire
by roaring log fire,
fortified by wine
made from summer vine.

in our love so snug,
writhing on a rug,
thusting and heaving,
with heavy breathing.

Cheerful spllling seed,
satisfying need
we have to connect
that none else suspect.
Written by Solomon_Song
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