It was cold, nay frigid and the breeze was ice, but every few seconds a scintillating gleam of warm sunbeam would caress my neck, and if it were a kiss, this moment would be that spine chilling yet meltingly volcanic second when a hot tip of wet tongue teasingly touches your lower lip.. and it was on this astronomical day of vibrant hues that I let myself feel cold and cozy at the same time.. thinking of impossibly wonderful happenstances and secret kisses.
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