Coping With Winter

      If the goal is to trigger hot sexual desire
and put isolation on the pyre
you have succeeded with the charms
with my lust I intend no harm

Work my way up your legs
our caressing please don’t make me beg
fingers get to know your thighs
seek the moan that tells no lies

Now my manhood is throbbing wild
response is anything but mild
seeking the pleasurable treat
and a joint rhythm missing few beats

I release hoping you crave a taste
cream that it would be a shame to waste
exploration of bodies at a pace you like
is intercourse anything like riding a bike?

The one thing I am certain of touching you
in the arms of Winter I seek not to be blue
rather primed for sensuality of the act
bliss of movement on the same track!