I always feel slightly more anxious at the tail end of winter. It’s as if I can’t wait for the warmer months to come and grab me already. I’m yearning for those long nights where the light keeps its grip on the sky almost until 9. I am aching to shed my coats and gloves, stretch my long legs in a short skirt, feel the breeze tickle right above the bump of my rump as I step into town in something backless.
God, I ache to wear my bikini.
I’d like my honey hair to tickle cross your cheek. If I’m going to end-up sweating it might as well be for some truly good honest hard deep work. If I’m going to play in long shadows, sneak away to shaded spots, wear next to nothing I can strip out of easily I’d surely like to do so with a ready companion at my side.
Yes, my name is Winter but I do so like the warm weather or a warm touch. I can just feel the first tickle of the relief of Spring on the horizon. I will it to me as I reach out to coax you closer. Let’s shake off the cold together.

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