Dear, rose, fill this blue Christmas with violets. Love is stagnant in this winter storm. Frigid air clings to my bones. My teeth chatter like an audience in a crowded auditorium waiting for the show to begin. Show me love. Tease me, caress me, please me. Spread my legs and let spring bloom before the ice sets. Aren't you cold? Yes, numb to your touch, but inside I'm burning up. Come inside me—I'm burning up.
© 2022 Nortina Simmons
Uh, I guess. 😆
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I went from not knowing what to write, to going the “roses are red, violets are blue” route, to this, haha!
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That’s for sure!
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