She lies alone at night, naked, thoughts on the run, Ponderering on the lover lost,

The long and lonely battles....tears...fears...some were lost....some were won.



She prays for snow, as she remembers the first time he came to her.

Shivering, lifeless on the ground, She could not move, Lost in herself, feeling as though her mind and body were bound.



The Fresh Falling Snow gently caressing her soft, nude body, Permeating every inch.... every hole; Melting into her burning her breasts, awakening her old.... yet gentle soul.



She felt herself slipping, slipping further, further away, a soft crackling of the twigs, a face in the way.



She felt his warm touch as a soft blanket of fresh snow; Chaining her emotions melting deep into him, feeling warm lips.... shielding her from harm. She feels herself falling deeper into the snow....drifting away, Smiling, commanding her into his outstretched arms.



She accepts him now, his warmth, and love, Releasing her fears. Melting frozen tears.



As her body and soul began to feel his heat, fire, and lust, the stranger overpowered her, Melted sweetly into her..... Bestowing upon him her unshaken trust.



Lips afire howling as heat "Let me come into you as no other before,

I will release all of your passions, make you shiver and shake as you beg for more! I demand you now "open your door!"



"Take me she cried, I can no longer wait!" This is my life, this is my fate!"

The dance nearly over, she knew not to ask, as she knew from the first....

This could never be.

He meerly stole her heart...never to be free.



As The stranger entered her, whispering into her ear,
"Do you really know me"?

"Know my touch"?

"I am not who you think, think again, For I am not even a man.....not friend, nor foe.......

I am the passion-filled spirit....

"The "Fresh Falling Snow!"


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