Slip on the ice once more
Slide down the hill all the way to the bottom.
Breathe in the fumes of cleaner
And fall into my arms.
I’m waiting right here
Crouching down in the bushes waiting.
I’m shivering with cold, I can’t take it anymore
I need to find a place with fire and love.
You have snow in your hair
And a smile on your chapped lips.
Place a kiss on mine, equally chapped
And quaking in fear.
Slip on the ice and slide down to me
I’ll catch you as the snow falls around us.
Then we can find a place, warm and sweet to us
And kiss each other with out chapped lips.
Slip on the ice once more…
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Submission Name: Slip On The Ice
