Winter Chills

Crisp is the chill of the winter air
that rushes upon the land so abruptly.
Allows no time to prepare for its arrival
and offers no proper introduction.
It wastes no time on small talk,
bothers not with proper protocol of pursuit.
It will not court you, earn your respect,
and cares little to ask for permission
before heavily flirting with every part of you-
numbing your lips, tickling your flesh,
whispering its way under your coat,
highlighting even your breath…
seducing your every move.


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