WRITTEN BY ERIC YOUNG AND HASTYWORDS
She sat in the snow
Under a gazing moon
Feeling flakes melt
On her heated flesh
Unaware of his eyes
She stretched out
Into an icy comfort
Into a frozen desire
Her breath meted out
The beats of his heart
From an infinite brink
His trembling body
Hearkened to her yon
To feel the aching blush
Of her precious heat
Upon his frigid form
Her shape was numbed
By atmospheric breath
Doing nothing to inhibit
Her passionate needs
She could no longer
Feel her coat of flesh
But feverish embers
Still glowed down deep
Beneath his taiga skin
In the flame of fantasy
In the chill of the snow
They wrapped each other
In love and frenzy
As the snowflakes dissolved
In the radius of lust
And furious abandon
Frostbitten tongues ignite
Like gasoline sparks
Their intensity innate
Fueling animalistic urges
His ice princess thawing
Frozen gazes turn to spring
Nature sublimated
Upon an earth enraptured
HASTYWORDS 
Frostbitten tongue, I like it.
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Such intensity. Amazing poem 🙂
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Reblogged this on loneyheart and commented:
Sometimes magic is written
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grave lyrics are poems?
Juegos Para
Para juegos
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That one writer was just a’ight, but hastywords is fantastic!!!!!!!!!!! :)))
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Normally I don’t like for my ego to be stroked, but… I like the feel of your hands on it… 🙂
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Steamy… and I like the colors in that version of that picture.
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Can feel the heat radiating this way….
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