Snow whispers on the skin,
Blowing down the collar,
Finding the back and tickling.

Eyes are betrayed by illusion
Spooks playing with senses.
Are they really there?

Noise echoing in the ears,
Vibrating is the cruch from
The poor fool's broken limb.

Grasping hard to the passion,
Enjoyment overwhelms endurance.
Two bodies shake under the covers.

Shudders.