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The fire is crackling, the blankets are thick,
Outside, the snow falls gentle and quick.
Inside, she hums with a glint in her eye,
And I, her boy, know the reason why.

She stretches slow in her cashmere and lace,
Then straddles the bed with elegant grace.
“Come here,” she purrs, with a playful smirk,
I drop to my knees—this is sacred work.

Her thighs are warm, her scent is sweet,
The kind of perfume that melts at heat.
She grips my curls, tips up my chin,
“Let’s see how deep your love runs in.”

My tongue parts her slowly, soft and wide,
Her taste is the wild, the woods, the tide.
She giggles above me, teasing the pace,
But her hips soon roll with breathless grace.

“Good boy,” she sighs, “don’t stop, not yet,”
As my face grows slick, my jaw gets wet.
She rides me gently, fingers in hair,
Rocking her pleasure like morning prayer.

The first wave hits—she arches, cries,
Snowlight gleams in her half-lidded eyes.
But she doesn’t stop—she grinds again,
Whispering spells in her breathless Zen.

I hum against her, drunk on bliss,
Each moan she makes, a holy kiss.
She cums again, her voice a song,
Tugging my hair, moaning, “all night long.”

The cabin glows with a golden haze,
We’re lost in love, in heat, in praise.
Her thighs around me, wet and wide,
She rides my mouth like a winter tide.

Later she tucks me beneath her chest,
Her fingers tracing, my head at rest.
“You’re mine,” she says, “like stars to sky,”
And I nod against her, warm and high.

So let the snow fall thick and deep—
My place is here, beneath her, steeped.
In love, in lust, in every decree,
Melting for her, eternally.
Wow that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing this(:
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