Snow is falling

Leaving the trees in patches of white.

Standing there with a naked vulnerability

Your eyes kiss me,

And your smile embraces

With an alluring attraction.

    The warmth of this room

Keeps the cold at bay,

And the heavens continue to open

Allowing frozen particles to dance

Between the winds and the earth.

    Still, here we are aligning ourselves

With the blankets of flirtation,

And playing with the idea

Of wintry pleasures.

    Your touch is kind to this aging body,

And I am aware of the absolution

In which our thoughts are directed.

I find closure to the building snow,

As your hands speak softly

Causing submissiveness

Slowly to form around my lips.