Moonlight on my windowpane,
The scent of you always the same,
The frigid cold whispers icy death,
over my shivering body.
How I long for your return,
Your warmth that devours me,
Your kiss that sends shock waves down,
to my nearly frostbitten toes.
You,
You,
Oh why must you go?
Return quickly silent lover,
for winter continues on while you're gone,
And you know,
I cannot take the cold,
So return again,
to leave again,
and to return.
9/19/10
Return
Posted by D.A.L. at 7:10 PM
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