drinking wines on winter nights
dancing in the moonlight
darling, how good could you be?
making my heart beats in ecstasysnow blankets on the ground
nightingales as our sound
only a snowman you can see
with you, it just felt so right, baby𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒

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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.