Bitter Bitter Cold, Not Too Bitter To Be Playful

Bitter bitter cold
I stand like a wax mould
In my arms you fold
I hug you in a tight hold
You warm me up
take away my cold
I give you deep kisses on your mouth
that no body ever heard of in north or south
I give you kisses on your breasts
that nobody could imagine in east or west
you take away all cold
when in my arms you fold
and I love you in my hold.
Our love story for ages
again and again will be told
to the shy lovers
who never feel bold.

by Ravi Kopra

Comments (1)

A passionate lover is never bothered about the extreme cold weather conditions. Thanks for sharing a brilliant poem.