Winter smiled
that season of laughter
and avalanche'd love
as we pelted snowballs
rolled as one
in the crunching snow.
As we lay before the hearth
Naked on a bear rug
where passion glowed
brighter than the fire.
Wafts of parafin
from the Tilly lamp
mingled and lingered
high into the rafters
in a cloud of smoke...
But we glowed rosy,
felt cosy and the only
interruption was the
logs on the fire collapsing
to settle in a fine ash.








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