I dream I am a snowflake floating against a pale, gray sky
Dancing in the breeze, cold and wet
Until I come to rest in the warm hand of a man
I melt as he closes his hand around me
I melt into a river that winds its way across his skin
Soaking into him
As he enjoys being covered in my liquid warmth
I enjoy the heat of him
But then I evaporate
And he can't feel me anymore
And he again holds out his hand
For the next snowflake that comes along...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett
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