snow nymphs

she-winter permits me to kiss her
the cold touch of her skin pungently penetrates my tastes
her cold and windy mood disappears into the dead of the night,
leaving no trace but white blanket all over my face.
I was drooling, waiting, wondering how...
her disappearing act, really a strange delight;
suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she reappears
and consummates my very-warm soul.