Snow picnic

You and I don't match, at all
you're so short and I'm so tall
yet we fit together perfectly, like a puzzle
it always starts the same, a smile, a nuzzle
then off comes your shirt, paradise found
then my pants as our lust becomes unbound
we made plans to go enjoy the outdoors
snow picnics, walks, waves on the shores
yet here in this room, this moment
you're taste is the only wave I want sent,
sending shivers and crashes of fire up my spine
tasting you, caressing, making you mine
staking my claim and laying out my plot
you destroy my inhibitions with a single shot
turning Mr Jekyll into Mr Hyde
begging for me to cum inside
knowing it's what we both want and desire
pricks my skin like a smooth and silky briar.
Looking out the window after we are done
guess the snow picnic has finally begun.