Winter's Kiss

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They say she dances through the storm,
A shadow bold, a figure warm.
Her crimson eyes like embers glow,
She walks where only wild things go.
Through forests deep and valleys white,
She rides the deer in pale moonlight.
Her footsteps vanish, trails untread,
A myth that stirs the fires we dread.
Footprints lost in sheets of white,
Cold hands ache for firelight.
Spin her under, shining bright,
Lose control, chase the night.
They say she sings to falling snow,
And whispers secrets none should know.
A crimson ghost, a fleeting dream,
The flame that melts the winter’s gleam.
Snowflakes fall, but she's already wet,
Tongue out, catching drops she won’t forget.
Warm bursts melt against her lips,
White storms drip down her fingertips.
Plow her deep, like a trail through snow,
Fill her up and watch her glow.
Winter nights, bodies entwined,
Heat and frost, lust aligned.
Fingers trace her skin like carving ice,
Shivering pleasure, no need to think twice.
Her knees on the rug, begging for more,
Crimson heat stains the winter floor.
They saw her kneel on frozen ground,
Where shadows fell and echoes sound.
A hunger burns within her chest,
A beast that will not let her rest.
Plow her deep, like a trail through snow,
Fill her up and watch her glow.
Winter nights, bodies entwined,
Heat and frost, lust aligned.
She rides the deer with velvet horns,
Through storm and frost, where night is born.
A phantom wrapped in silken lace,
No mortal hand can trace her face.
Whispers melt like breath on glass,
Fingers trace the paths they pass.
Crystal nights and velvet sheets,
Twist the ribbons, taste the heat.
Spin her under, shining bright,
Lose control, they’ll chase the night.
Silk and sparkle, bows untied-
Fire burns this winter ride.
They say she sings to frozen lakes,
Her voice the wind, the ice that breaks.
A song that stirs the blood to flame,
Yet leaves no man who knows her name.
Shivers trace her skin like ice,
Burning lips that melt her twice.
Knees on velvet, breathless cries,
Crimson heat in winter skies.
Plow her deep, like trails through snow,
Fill her up and watch her glow.
Winter nights, bodies entwined,
Heat and frost, their lust aligned.
Oh Backdoor, queen of frost and fire,
The midnight song, the heart’s desire.
Through snow and storm, her shadow flies,
A spirit born from crimson skies.
Melt in her mouth, flakes on her face,
Sweet and salty-no time to waste.
Candles flicker, they’re burning bright,
Lost in pleasure this winter night.