I feel the winter wind flowing fast, nipping at my skin brushing past,
The snow falling all around, collecting on the trees, on the ground.
Icicles hang from rooftops twinkling, I stare at them thinking,
How beautiful winter is at night, when the stars are out shining bright.
The color of fresh snow is pure, unblemished, absolute, I'm sure.
But none of it compares to your rosy red cheeks, or your shivering smile,
And I know we have been out for what seems like a while.
I laugh a little bit at your willingness to freeze, and stay by my side.
So let's go and enjoy the winter from inside.
And enjoy you my bold desire and your beautiful body by the fire.
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