Your touching to my skin makes me beauty.

That deters winter's hoarse withering windpipe appearance from sustaining at shredding mere outlet obtainable satisfaction.

True rejoice and felicity from your contact makes me out of the blue advent from my head top to toes on the ground.

Your eyes and throwing move of hands slip away from my tangible advent, my craiving heart runs ringing ceaselessly.

That iterating regeneration in mind chars my left heart card completely.

Please come again to my side. Because only that moment calls my mind in palpitaing.

That occasional my sense surely captures my perception in budding beautiful winter.

That aspect drives my heartbeat so calmly opened to your pouring many accentuated drops on my wholeness at intrinsicity.

You are just beautiful winter.

Dec. 19th.     2022

(Around cute venus, R. Y.)