7 November 2012
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! )
A Seduction Of Snow. • Opuss № I