drinking wines on winter nights
dancing in the moonlight
darling, how good could you be?
making my heart beats in ecstasy
snow blankets on the ground
nightingales as our sound
only a snowman you can see
with you, it just felt so right, baby
𝑙𝑒𝑡'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.
