I show up at his door.
I’m wearing something that
Makes me feel a little
It was snowing, ok.
I wore a puffy coat
And tight jeans.
I’m feeling it.
Making me look like
A rich bitch
It’s more than enough
To get his attention
As I take another drink
Of the wine
In my sippy
Not a cup
A water bottle
They call it
I ring the doorbell again
The lights come on
I hope he wasn’t asleep
It’s the holidays
And I shouldn’t be doing this.
to make you feel my love
The snow already lays on the ground, wanting to chill our breaths. But we are here,
inside. Next to the fire, wrapped around in this tight embrace. Low lights twinkle in the quiet room and my lips never part from yours. My fingers trace your soul, as my blood rushes inside. It burns. Hands move up your back, my nails digging deep. I moan as my mind spins, more than from the wine that now fills my veins. The taste of it still on your tongue. I inhale your smell and hold you close, and never forget this night. Skin against skin, touch against touch, so you can feel my love.
... as it should be
There is no way for me to forget this night.
Snow is falling to whiten the night and in the living room, the lights twinkle on the tree we designed just for us.
But the right now, this very moment, we are entwined against one another. Your taste is like the sweetest of wines. You imbue me. Tonight, there will be no subtle or casual remarks. Tonight we join as one, bringing our own gift to life.
You are and always have been my greatest passion—never-ending. You bring out our very best as we sigh; as we moan. Then you finish with an unfettered small cry of primal joy.
Was it the twinkle of her sexy eyes
That betrayed her hearts desire?
The way she licked her lips gauging his size
That set her very soul on fire?
The lights were set low
Their passions were all a glow
On that cold, frosty winters night
With the beauty of the softly falling snow
Perhaps too much wine was to blame
Her heart soon turned to flame
When she made her first bold move
To get him in the a sexy groove
His manhood filled her quite neatly
Soon she hungrily drained his seed completely
That snowy night she would never regret
With a beautiful woman he shall never forget...
Throughout the Snowy Night
Their kiss started out gentle and unhurried, but soon became a passionate exchange of reserved lust. It tasted distinctly of the rosé wine they'd shared earlier, further pushing their lips to tangle together. As the kiss became more heated, the lovers shed their clothing, one piece at a time. Deeper and deeper, they sunk into their private respite, one where they could forget everything outside their love. Gazing into one another's eyes, the blown pupils gleaming like twinkle lights, the lovers finally melded. The couple joined, bodies nearly overheating; a sharp contrast to the frigid snow outdoors. Throughout the night, desire rose in a crescendo of pleasure. Over and over again.
A twinkle lights my eyes as I lie back in the snow, open your gift - a deep faux fur coat - to show you your gift - me hot and naked beneath inviting you to pour your wine between my open thighs and bid you drink. Your tongue makes my body forget the cold as you lap until I reach up and unzip you bare. Clutching your tight blue-jeaned ass in scarlet gloved hands, I pull you to my warmth, squeezing you into my fierce climax.
Afterwards, I wrap you into the tight crush of my fleece and, as one, we make snow devils, rolling and laughing in pure joy.
owned this snowy winter’s night
a fierce dominance
letting her know of
she was his
which roll off the
wine suckled tongue
saturating her blood
coating every passionate nerve
hands that caress,
and make one to forget
taking and giving
both of which her body responds
twinkle lights cascaded
in the midst of the roaring fire
nothing could douse
like her lungs craved air
he was her dream and
her most fearful nightmare
she belonged to him
not because he demanded
that of her,
but because she couldn't stay away
right or wrong-he owned her
will she forever remain
Baby it's beginning to snow outside, you know I want you to stay the night.
Honey thats your second glass of wine, we lost track... its like we forgot about time.
But beside all that.. it just feel so right, the way you look in these twinkle lights
I couldnt ask for a more perfect night, I can't remember having a better time.
Baby it's your love I have to have tonight, our body become one, intertwind.
It's not the twinkling lights, has nothing to do with the snow or the glasses wine.
you feel it to gir,l i can tell you cant hide. lets just forget about the world tonight
1 1 1
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Forget the snow, the wine, the twinkle lights. . .
the single thought of you
makes the mouth water
and lips tingle . . .
call it vulgar
if you will
either way . . . .
you'll make love
to me tonight even
if you're just thinking
of kissing me goodnight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
He dragged me to a room with twinkle lights covering the wall behind the bed. The bedroom was incredibly warm despite the amount of snow on the ground along with the temperature of the wind right outside the window. Maybe he was drunk off his mother’s wine. I know I was. With my boyfriend right downstairs I should have more guilt right now but, that just made the scenario more exciting. The bedding was soft and smooth against my skin, his face was right above mine, leaving my mind in a blank bliss. The pleasure that was coursing through my body that night was one I’d hope to not soon forget.