Blanketing this mind in mountains of snowflakes,
enjoying the cold iciness as it touches my skin.
Awakening desires, watching them peek about shyly,
becoming known in eyes of sight, wandering, throwing
snowballs and ice skating about my soul.
Sensing feelings being brought up and spread around,
giving up secrets lying beneath snow-covered peaks,
and peering down steep sides of each mountain.
Skiing like mad down the beauty of them, through
pinescented forests filled with shiny icicles,
hanging, tormenting my mind with a thirst for those
intense desires to be absorbed.
Giving in to certain ideas, arousing pleasure,
feeling it encompassing totally and completely with-
out any shame.
Entering realms of a sensuous reality where I fall
into it's depths with abandon.
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