Storm screaming outside
Within warm blankets I hide
Fearful of the cold
Wind howls in red rage
Desolate snow white-out falls
Pushing on house walls
Bright warm looks of love
On this night I will dream of
Escape from winter
Lonely heart aching
Yearning delights of his touch
Wanting him so much
Cold air leaves blue lips
Sad sighs rise to the ceiling
Memories reeling
Warm to my toe-tips
Place my craving on my lips
You are here at last
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