The Ice Mistress comes in a flurry that bites.
Face full of fury, snapping trees in the night.
Resplendent with diamonds, on fire in her hair.
Like narcotic she'll mesmerize with her icy blue stare.
She's imperious, regal in her cloak white as snow.
She intoxicates with her touch like the finest Bordeaux.
Her kiss is like fire, enflames passion so deep.
But beware the Ice Mistresses and her gift, eternal sleep.
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