Even amidst all the snow
he think of how he would
- like old poets wrote -
lay sweetly with her
on that ground now made blank
to inscribe with all kinds of acts,
and thinks its good he's burning
with lust because
it might have to be quick.
He thinks looks around the wintry
desolation and all that bleak
black and white fails now
to quench the fiery lust.
So on that solitary, dim place
he thinks of best positions
for the occasion, practical &
which would be most gentlemanly
to protect a lady from the cold
and snow while they sought
their mutual crescendo.
30.11.2025
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