By Paul B
Date: 10 August 2000
Winter Sun
Lying before me like a forest blanketed in snow
She is untouched and cold
But receptive.
Gently, as the winter sun
I caress her, warming her, melting her,
Until she is moist.
Soon she is teaming with life,
Awakened by wandering touches
In a slow timeless dance
And when we are done and still
A smile is all that is necessary to assure her
I will return again tomorrow.
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