My December Love

The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,
Dust dancing in the illumination.
Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,
The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.
Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.
The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,
Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.
Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.
The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.
The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.
Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog
Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by
The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours
In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other
The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting
Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms………..

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