In the year of the snake
there is a shedding
of old layers while new ones
effortlessly take their place
Just so
you quietly slipped over me
without a rustling
like a silk mandarin dress
When I felt the need
to run away, trembling
there you were, constant
steady, determined
your arms firmly holding me
so I couldn't slowly slide back
into the ether of yesterday
You are
a myriad of unexpected sensations
stirring my new skin to life
A pure gossamer spun
from the very core of life
Your touch, the taste
of Pinot Noir and salt
your mouth makes me hungry
craving the sweet creme of brûlée
on my tongue
You hold my gaze
as I linger there
watching my Chi
my lips swollen with desire
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I see you and bob survived Nemo. Well, now that you have become "intimately" acquainted with snow, how do you feel about Northeast winters?
As to blizzards - I quite like the howling wind and the snow flying on the horizontal. I did not, though, like being without power for 63 hours - and loathed freezing Friday night because we had absolutely no power. But one experience of it is enough for me .... it's life in the freezer that I don't like; and I understand why 'snowbirds' go down south for the winter.
Health and finaces permitting, in future I'll come when the weather is much warmer.
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