Love Is Cold

Love is Cold

"She loves me, she loves me not." The petals spiraled to the ground like the snow whirls as you whoosh on a sled. They settled to the ground in little drifts.

I thought of her, the petals settling onto her skin as faint pastels on snow, like kisses. I imagined running my lips down her neck into the hollow just above her breasts. My tongue tastes the faint salt of her as I descend between the wonderful curves of her then sweeping upward over the soft heights to her nipples. I feel the firm press of them between my lips and hear a quick breath as my tongue first circles them.

Savoring their firm textures, I move my tongue slowly on the nipples while I watch her eyes, the hint of blue disappearing as she closes them. I gently suck one while my fingers caress the other nipple as she arches her back to me. Her moan draws me closer to her, into her fragrance, into the warm breath, into the incredible softness of her breasts. She blossoms for me in the infinite softness of a flower.

I started with daisies, such snowy white softness. I soon ran out of daisies and moved on to the white roses. Instead of plucking these petals, I unwrapped them, kind of like taking off a jacket. "She loves me, she loves me not."

I love her fragrance as my kisses move downward from her breasts, I savor it as I run my tongue along her stomach, feeling it’s slight plunge from her ribs as I move to the shadow of her navel. I rub my cheek along her soft skin, my whiskers lightly scratching her as my tongue plunges into her navel and circles. I move outward to the curve of her hips, turning her onto her side my hands find her ass and gently caress her buttocks. I slowly knead them as I run my lips along the broad curve nearing the dark cleft.

She presses herself to me, raising her ass to my kisses as she spreads her legs, presenting her wet lips to me now. Teasing some, I continue to kiss the soft flesh of her ass, toying at the edge of her crack, my fingers running its line. I then move my lips down the backs of her thighs, finding the slightly ticklish spot at the back of her knees. My tongue caresses her skin as I once again taste her salty skin. I look upward at the pink petals of her lips and begin my ascent.

The roses smelled so wonderful, each petal sprinkled me with a wonderful fragrance. They smelled of purity, innocence, like the powder of an overnight snow, when your footprints are the first in the whiteness.

My hands grasp her thighs and I turn her onto her back. Longing to taste her, my tongue runs up her thighs to her wet opening. I gently spread her lips with my fingers as my tongue enters and I taste her tangy essence as her wet envelops me. I press my tongue deep to feel her softness as I drink of her. Sensing her need, I withdraw my tongue and replace it with first one, then two fingers, slowly, achingly sliding inside her. My tongue moves upward between her lips, finding her clit firm. I slowly circle it with my tongue as my fingers circle the walls of her opening, slowly increasing in intensity as she moves herself and moans. I draw her clit between my lips and gently suck as my fingers delve deep into her wetness. Suddenly, she arches her back and I am caught in her wave as she pulses around me, again and again. She calms as I withdraw my fingers and her lips close behind them, leaving the glistening cleft for me to admire.

I heard a door crack open. "Are those for me? How lovely!" She said with a chilly smile.

I looked down at the petal-less stems in my hand, then back at her. Her icy blue eyes froze me as I tried to speak. "I . . . I . . .“ She brushed past me like a blue northern. I heard her laughing as she stepped into his convertible.

I felt a tear freeze to my cheek as I slowly walked over the drifts of petals. I didn't even notice the coral skies as the sun melted into the horizon. The neighbor kids loaded into their car. "Hurry up, get your shoes on, we're gonna miss the fireworks!"

The full moon rose like a giant snowball in the sky. I saw her frozen smile in the mountains of the moon. Love is cold.