Snow Invitation

Hey, what’s up?
You slide into my messages—
a casual “hey, how’re you?”
I’m busy, but I let your words float by.

You say, “We should link up again soon,”
flirting with promises and playful emojis—
“I wanna see that cute ass ;)”
Your voice, a tease in digital air.

I lean in, daring you with truth,
“I wanna know you’re ready to handle it though.”
Your words, playful yet uncertain,
hover between desire and hesitation.

Then I set it straight:
“Hun, you say that but give an inconsistent vibe.
I like men who know what they want when they want it.”

And in a breath, I declare:
“Well period hunny.
Come in the snow and see me then.”

In that moment, the chill becomes a dare—
a promise of warmth hidden behind frozen air.
My words, raw and unapologetic,
a siren call to the bold and true.

I am a queen of my own making—
inviting only those who step up,
whose passion can melt the winter,
and prove their fire in the face of the frost.

Will you brave the cold for this heat?
Or will your words remain fleeting echoes
in a winter night without action?

The snow awaits your answer,
a quiet stage for truth and desire,
where only the confident dare to dance.