My heart speeds, but I force it to slow,
and I walk to your door,
shivering in the snow, cold.
I knock,
wait a few,
you answer.
I don't give any time,
I tackle you down,
to the ground we go,
I giggle,
You chuckle.
Pleasures of the simplest kind.
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