Frosted clouds and fleeting snows
Weak in front of you.
I'm watching you helpless
You laugh
I slip and you catch me.
My waist...your hands
My lips...your breath
Liquid...invading me,
Hot chocolate...burning chili
Cinnamon...intoxicating my senses
Your essence...my bliss!
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