A Winter’s Kiss
a poem
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Hot breath colliding
Plumes of smoke intermingling in the air
The fire between us heating the atmosphere
Lips scorching lips
Need and desire tangible vibrations
All ice has melted
There is no amount of cold that could drag
--
Hot breath colliding
Plumes of smoke intermingling in the air
The fire between us heating the atmosphere
Lips scorching lips
Need and desire tangible vibrations
All ice has melted
There is no amount of cold that could drag
Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.