On a frigid October night, Winter knocked on my door. Before I could peep through the hole, like an authoritative visitor, she barged in and comfortably sat on my couch.
Agitated but as hospitable as I am, I offered her a blanket, which she rejected.
Devilishly smiling at me, she spread her arms and winked sensuously
A slight twitch of her fingers, an invitation that I couldn’t resist
She squished my face in her bosom as I surrendered,
That stimulating night, I learned that even winter can be pleasant.

© Zacho