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“How long has it been since you and me? Hugs and kisses. Blankets and snuggles. Our sparks smoldering without a fireplace. Losing time is not losing you. It strengthens my yearning for you.”
― FIDELIS O MKPARU, 2019

“The Snowman by Stewart Stafford

My snowball heart is a sorbet,
With delusions of grandeur,
Use alcohol instead of snow,
And I'd make a fine iced liqueur.

My arrival and departure,
Are never certain things,
Wherever the North wind blows,
I descend on the iciest wings.

Here one day, gone the next,
My appearances are fleeting,
Then I'm disembodied by thaws,
Until our next frosty meeting.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Don't the humans want a white New Year's? We can make that happen." I slid my hand off her leg and around her lower back, leaning in to kiss her neck.
"It's a white Christmas." She laughed, looking out the window, the gentle rush of traffic in the background just beyond our private street the only indication that the city outside of our little world had moved on with its day. "And I think we've already done that. Well... a white Boxing Day, at least."
"Hm." I leaned in and kissed her neck. "I think we can do better."
"Devin..."
"Yes, darling?" I let a hand wander, feeling the goose bumps down her arm.
We can't spend all day in... bed."
"I have a few ideas that won't require a bed."
"You're incorrigible," she said, turning red as she tried to hide her smile. "Fine. Let's have a snow day.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries