Consumed by frigid winter’s gust, lost amid cold’s blizzard,
I call… His answer reaches frozen bones, wakes my soul.
And I brace – for love’s blazing bonfire torch…
A short flash of flame for Three Line Thursday…
Consumed by frigid winter’s gust, lost amid cold’s blizzard,
I call… His answer reaches frozen bones, wakes my soul.
And I brace – for love’s blazing bonfire torch…
A short flash of flame for Three Line Thursday…
Ooh, sensual, tense and powerful. xx