Song of ice and fire

Ice is melting softly
On your tender skin.
I'm just wondering mostly:
How did this begin?

Light, like feather, touch has
Changed into the slap,
Needy, hot, taut crotch is
Moving fast on lap.

Leather, handcuffs, whiplash,
Fire, ice and songs...
What you're gonna choose, love?
Fly free? Tight the bond?


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