The weatherís getting bitter,
There are snowflakes in the air.
It may seem kinda strange, I guess,
But I donít think I really care.
When we saw the forecast,
We put an extra blanket on the bed
And set the alarm for later,
So we could enjoy the time we had.
We cuddled and we snuggled,
Which was fun just by itself,
Then we touched and kissed each other,
Like a towel and washcloth on the shelf.
I could feel her skin so warm,
And her softness reined me in,
Our clothes were quickly shed,
As she let my manhood enter in.
Our movements got more excited,
As our bodies pushed together,
The friction of our skin,
Made our climax one to remember.
My body thrust one last time,
And she received my creamy load,
And we lay there warm and satisfied,
Despite the winter cold.
Okay, there, Mr. Winter,
If youíre inclined, give us some more,
Thereís nothing like our time in bed,
At least until we get too sore.