A Seduction Of Snow.

A man made of snow,
With features so cold,
Yet chiselled so finely,
An entirely new mould.

Finger 'cross chest,
His flesh oh-so cool,
Oh how I'd engage,
This man in a 'duel'.

I'd love for his touch,
For his skin to cross mine,
To feel his frost peel,
His taste a fine wine.

His smile? Nonexistent.
His gaze? Sharp as all,
His arms clasping mine,
As my knees bid me fall.

Not such a seduction,
When he wins my game,
When he weakens me so,
On his lips, just my name...

( Inspired by Angela Carter's 'The Snow Child' - which is deliciously disgusting, if you've the guts to read it, I recommend it! )