Spread. Unashamedly upon the bed,
my winter white.
Frigid sunshine.
Stark light
accentuating the paleness
only long months in winter
can bring.
Wrists tug upon their bonds.
Toes dig deeply into quilting
long since tossed aside.
No imperfection hidden.
Your heated breath causing
shivers to texture my skin.
Passion stains me rose.
This season no longer dormant.
I know the rebirth of spring
in your winter love.
Jan 21, 2011
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